TRANSLATION OF POETRY INTO SLOVENIAN

I have received a very nice email from Jurij Šoba from Ljubljana, Slovenia, with a translation of two of my poems. I don't know Slovenian but there are some similar words to my native language, Polish. I can see that Jurij translations is well done. It is quite difficult to translate poetry that rhymes, keeping the message and the rhyme as well. I am impressed and honored. 
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DEEPLY PRESSED

Hudo Deprimiran

I have been depressed.

Deeply pressed.
So pressed that I couldn’t see
who was the one 
that was pressing me.

One day in my bedroom
I turned on the light,
and that’s when I saw it.
What a scary sight!

It looked just like...
oh no, it can’t be!
Human hair, nose, eyes,
and...  it was looking at me!

I picked up a hammer
and hit it, it was weird.
It made the strangest sound
and then... it disappeared.

Since then I’ve been happy,
but now and then I step
on a piece of broken glass
from the mirror by my bed.  

LILIANA KOHANN
©Artpeace 2002
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Sem v stisko zašel.

Bil sprešan, 
deprimiran hudo 
in nisem vedel,
kdo me tlači tako.

Nekoč v moji sobi
ko luč sem prižgal, 
tedaj, jojme groza,
sem krivca spoznal!

Prav isti kot…
Oh ne, pa saj ni res!
Oči v mé strmé,
lasje, nos, par ušes!

Sem zgrabil kladivo,
udaril. Zvok je spustíl,
preden je izginil,
prav čuden, grozljiv.

Od takrát sem srečen,
vendár pa slej ko prej,
še kakšen kos zrcala
pohodim v sobi tej.

LILIANA KOHANN ©Artpeace 2002 
Translated by JURIJ ŠOBA from Slovenia ​

PROCRASTINATION AND DEPRESSION 

Procrastination and Depression
I can’t stand the two of you.
Procrastination and Depression
you ruin everything I do.

Every time I’m doing better,     
my heart fills with brand new hope, 
you are standing right behind me, 
ever tightening your black rope.

Yes, you overtake my body
like a virus, with no end.
All my positive intentions 
are destroyed within your hands. 

At times when I tell myself
to be loving to myself,       
you are right around the corner
and my self-love goes to hell.

Every time that I feel stronger
and I have a successful day,
you show up out of nowhere
and what's sad —  I let you stay.

LILIANA KOHANN
©Artpeace 2002
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Pasivnost in Depresija

Pasivnosti in depresije,
se mi zdržati več ne da.
Pasivnosti in depresije,
ki delo vse uničita.

Vedno, ko sem malo bolje,
se v srcu upanje zbudi,
že sta vidva mi za hrbtom,
začutim črne stisk vrvi.

Preplavljata brez konca
kot virusi telo do dna.
Pozitivni vsi nameni
zdrobe se v vajinih rokah.

Ko dopovem si včasih,
ljubiti sebe treba je, 
že čakata za voglom,
po gobe ta ljubezen gre.

Vedno kadar sem močnejši,
uspešen dan, se zdi, bo ta,
prikradeta se od nekod,
žal popustim: »Ostánita.«

LILIANA KOHANN ©Artpeace 2002 
Translated by JURIJ ŠOBA from Slovenia ​