Poem

From: Majhnice in majnice, Pesmi mnogih let za mnoge bralce = Budding Songs, Maying Songs. Illustrated by Damijan Stepančič. Poem translated by Alan McConnell-Duff. Dob pri Domžlah: Miš, 2009, p. 221, used with permission.

Vsi Naši Otroci

Vsi otroci so naši otroci,je rekel prijazen glas,vse smrklje in frklje in froci,vsi svetlih in črnih in kodravih las,

vsi naši! Tudi tisti drugačni,drugačne usode in vere in ras,vsi beli in črni, vsi bolni in lačniso taki kot kdo izmed nas.

Skupaj na tem svetu živimo,svet nam je skupna velika vas,kjer na srečo iščemo rimoin poslušamo božji glas,

ki živeti in rasti velevain biti odprtih rokza hudo, ki prizadevavsak čas na milijone otrok!

Vsi otroci na svet so rojeniza srečo in dober prid,vsak je podoben tebi in meniin vsak je sonce in vsak je svit.

All Our Children

All children are our children,said the voice in a kindly tone,all sniffy and skittish and surly,all with hair light and dark and curly,

all ours! The different ones as well,of different fates and faiths and races,all the white and black, all thehungry and illare just like any one among us.

Together in this world we live,in this great village shared,where for happiness we seek a rhymeand listen to the voice of god,

which orders us to live and growand with open hands preventthe bad that every momentstrikes children by the millions!

All children on earth are bornfor happiness and good fortune,each is similar to you and me,each is the sun and each the dawn.