St. Francis

grow into the sky

until you become a tree

 

full of select rain and light soil

 

what can the wind do

when you dress up in blossoms

 

singularity is your scepter

 

neither silver nor gold

have given their body

for a table, a bed

 

and when birds in your crown fall asleep

you stir no more

 

silence replaces the alphabet of signs

Translated by the author and E. Underhill

Sv. Frančišek

rasti v nebo,

dokler ne postaneš drevo

 

poln prebranega dežja in prhke zemlje

 

kaj ti more veter,

ko se odeneš v cvetje?

 

neponovljivost je tvoje žezlo

 

ne zlato ne srebro

nista dala telesa

za mizo, za posteljo

 

in ko pospijo ptice v tvoji krošnji,

se ne premakneš več

 

abecedo znamenj zamenja molčanje

Veronika Dintinjana