Černý páv [English translation]

At dawn a black peacock flew into my garden

and his state

seemed to be serious.

He came to me probably by chance,

at dawn, a thoughtless

guest.

God knows why

I whispered: "Stay with me,

forlorn like me."

What torment

does the painful peacock song conceal,

that song of yours?

That sticks to my soul like spleen,

like a veil of cobwebs,

before it's washed away by rain.

A black peacock has flown into my garden

like a black sluice

through the white morning.

Its wing has veiled the face of the sun,

and my pillow

was clouded, overshadowed.

God knows why

I whispered: "Stay with me,

forlorn like me."

Where did you mean to go?

I offered you my house and my lips.

Maybe you've reconciled with it.

What torment

does the painful peacock song conceal,

that song of yours?

Hey, tell me, where did you come from and where were you going?

Hey, peacock, little I know

and understand.

What torment

does the painful peacock song conceal,

that song of yours?

At dawn a black peacock flew into my garden