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Matijino Kosovo Polje

12. septembar 2018. · Zdravko Elez

Niko kao akademik Matija Bećković, veliki srpski pisac, pesnik, rodoljub, čovek britke reči, ne ume tako da dirne u dušu i srce, probudi emocije… Pročitajte na srpskom, a potom i na engleskom jeziku pesmu Kosovo Polje, a onda i pogledajte kako to veliki Matija i recituje:

Kradu mi pamćenje,
Skraćuju mi prošlost,
Otimaju vekove,
Džamijaju crkve,
Araju azbuku,
Čekićaju grobove,
Izdiru temelj,
Razmeću kolevku.

Kud da čergam s Visokim Dečanima?
Gde da predignem Pećaršiju?

Uzimaju mi ono
Što nikome nisam uzeo,
Moje lavre i prestonice,
Ne znam šta je moje,
Ni gde mi je granica,
Narod mi je u najmu i rasejanju,
Pale mi tapije
I zatiru postojanstvo.

Zar da opet zatrapim Svete Arhangele?
Da mi pomunare ponovo Ljevišu?

Očni živac su mi odavno rasturili,
Sad mi i beli štap otimaju,
Žrtveno polje sa krvavom travom
Ne smem da kažem da je moje.
Ne daju mi da uđem u kuću
Kažu da sam je prodao,
Zemlju koju sam od neba kupio
Neko im je obećao.

Ko im je obećao
Taj ih je slagao,
Što im ne obeća
Ono što je njegovo?
Zato jurišaju na mene udruženi
Kivni što sam ih poznao.

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They are stealing my memory,
Curtailing my past,
Robbing my centuries,
Turning my churches into mosques,
Ransacking my alphabet,
Hammering my graves,
Uprooting my ground,
Dismantling my cradle.

Where can I carry the Dečani Monastery?
Where can I uplift the Patriarchate of Peć?

They take from me
what I have taken from no one,
My lavras and capitals.
I don’t know what’s mine,
Nor where my boundaries are.
My people is leased and in exile,
They are burning my titles
And destroying the evidence of my existence.

Should I bury the Monastery of the Holy Archangels once again?
Should I let them build minarets on Ljeviška?

They broke up my optic nerve a long time ago,
Now they are plundering a white cane from me.
The sacrificial field with bloody grass
I am afraid to say it’s mine.
They stop me from entering my home
Saying I sold it.
The land I purchased from Heaven
Was promised to them by someone.
Whoever made that promise,
He lied to them.
Why didn`t he promise
something that belongs to him?
That is why they assault me together
Furious that I recognized them.

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