Yeats, William Butler: Zaveta nisi se držala (A Deep-Sworn Vow in Serbian)

Others because you did not keep

That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;

Yet always when I look death in the face,

When I clamber to the heights of sleep,

Or when I grow excited with wine,

Suddenly I meet your face.

Jer dubokog zaveta nisi se držala

Sad s drugima se družim;

Ipak kad lice smrti promatram,

Kad sam na visinama sna

Ili uzbuđeno uz vino ludim,

Iznenada tvoje lice ugledam.