Petya Dubarova ( 1962- 1979 ) was very talented bulgarian poetess and writer. During her short life she managed to leave a mark in Bulgarian literature . This is one of her the best poems, written when she was only 13 yrs old . Sadly, she left this world too soon by commiting suicide. I hope you will enjoy the translation as i enjoyed reading it in her mother tongue.
And at some misty dawn , I woke up, not remembering I was sleeping at all, It was like a coma without dreams, Like my soul was levitating For all these years In dark corridors of (non ) existence.
Not dead and yet not alive , I was walking the vast fields of the void , Feeling bleakness in my heart. And suddenly , some heavy voice Has piercied through my mind, whispering: "God is just a word,God does not exist."
I turned around and I saw no one, But this voice kept echoing Through the thick , grey air, And I felt like i was chocking.
Was the devil playing with me? Was he tempting my faith? Like I was obsessed By his unholy presence.
Or maybe i was just still dreaming, Stucked somewhere between Veritable Illusion and delusional reality.
I do not know the why But understand the cause I see no judge, see no jury Feel no worry for my loss Time is just a circle At moments it may pause Some auras appear purple When basking in the dark
Mind, body, soul None are spared from scars The mind is a gardener It's garden in the heart The souls true awakening Is the reckoning we die The body is a temple For the soul in which it lie
Love the minutes until you're finished Give resistance to the strife Our existence seems diminished By the failures we deny Through trials, trepidations Tribulations and Demise Each damnation teaches patience As revelation in disguise