Teasdale, Sara: Prolaskom ljubavi (After Love in Serbian)

There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

You were the wind and I the sea --
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.

But though the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.

Nestalo je ono ushićenje,
Susrećemo se kao svi ostali,
Više nisi čarolija za mene
A ni ja za tebe.
 
Bio si vetar a ja more –
Nema više starog sjaja,
Mlako jezerce sam postala
Izvan svojih obala.
 
Površinom vihor ne pustoši
Niti ne uznemiruje plima,
Mada je gorčina sve preplavila
Prividno mir vlada.