When ecstasy overtakes me to the point of tears

And the impulse to sing and exalt overflows within me

   You are there, you are here

When the perfumes of linden, black locust   

Suffuse the city

Reminding me of my beloved lilac

And I long to return Home to my childhood

    You are there, you are here

When I am awakened by the first ray of sunlight

And made restful by the last

Before the moonrise

Not in the sky, not on Earth 

    You are there, you are here

When the seabed beckons me

Into marine depths

Into the house of fear

Filled with seductive wonders

    You are there, you are here

When I am jolted by sharp pain

Of words with countless stingers

And a boundless melancholy with traces of despair

Typical of the Macedonian way and woe

    You are there, you are here

When in the midst of life I begin to pray

And faith returns to me 

Without my having noticed

   You are there, you are here

When the difference is lost

Between beginning and end

Between life and death

    You are there, you are here

When two oceans exist beside each other

Without fusion

Without dissolving the border

That line of freedom

To be one, and yet apart

   You are there, you are here

Riddle without answer, flashing like lightning

Silently, yet clearly; perfect, yet uncompleted

You are Over There, you are Over Here.

So foreign, so native!