Kocbek Edvard:
Mountain

Whenever I look at you, you are magnificent

and when I gaze at your peak from nearby

my lips start to tremble, whispering, oh sacred

mountain, oh solemn and mysterious mountain, oh

untamed and maternal mountain, oh

the primal and bold flight toward the sky

full of sighs and venerable memories

oh dreaming mountain, locked within yourself

with myriads of scars. You seem indifferent

to your secrecy, but in truth your serenity

terrifies me, though I can never see you from all sides.

In silence I hear the purity of your memories,

sense your eternal walk toward home

and knowing you’ll reach it

your calm assurance is ancient.

You force a man who looks upon you

to doubt himself, discovering your

true secret: you are the most magnificent pregnant woman,

shyly close to giving birth,

shifting imperceptibly in choosing the beautiful green dress

with white and blue flowers,

you are on your way to the secret place

the volcanic breath has awakened in you

your breathing agitates the wild animals and tells of

the widening of your womb,

your breasts are swelling with divine milk

and wild honey,

the clouds above you tell the story of your

indestructible mythology

they all want to be a part of the celebration

of you giving birth

and I, too, am in awe, am repeating

the words of glory: oh magnificent mountain,

oh wild mountain, oh sacred and solemn mountain,

the maternal, the mysterious.