Ne, nemoj mi prici! Hocu izdaleka 
   da volim i zelim oka tvoja dva. 
   Jer sreca je lepa samo dok se ceka, 
   dok od sebe samo nagovestaj da. 

   Ne, nemoj mi prici! Ima vise drazi 
   ova slatka strepnja, cekanje i stra'. 
   Sve je mnogo lepse donde dok se trazi, 
   o cemu se samo tek po slutnji zna. 

   Ne, nemoj mi prici! Nasto to, i cemu? 
   Izdaleka samo sve k'o zvezda sja; 
   izdaleka samo divimo se svemu. 
   Ne, nek' mi ne pridju oka tvoja dva. 

   Desanka Maksimovic
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   No… don’t come to me!  I want to adore
   and love your two eyes from far, far away.
   For, happiness’s beau just while waiting for—
   when only allusion comes out of its way.

   No… don’t come to me!  There is more allure
   in waiting with sweet apprehension, fear.
   Just while seeking out everything is pure;
   It’s nicer when just forboding is near.

   No… don’t come to me!  Why that, and what for?
   Only from afar all stars spark and glee;
   Only from afar we admire all.
   No… let not your eyes come closer to me.

   Desanka Maksimovic
   Translation: Dragana Konstantinovic
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