“Zli proroče, ne znam pravo, da l’ si ptica ili đavo,
Al’ u ime Boga po kom obojici grud nam diše,
Smiri dušu rastuženu, reci da l’ ću u Edenu
Zagrliti svoju ženu, od koje me rastaviše, anđeosku tu
Lenoru, od koje me rastaviše?”
Reče Gavran: “Nikad više”.
(nastaviće se)
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!–prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us–by that God we both adore–
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore–
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”