Prozorsku otvorih kuku, kad uz lepet i uz buku,
Kroza nj uđe gordi Gavran, svetih dana što već biše,
Nit da poklon glavom mahne, ni trenutak on da stane,
S likom lorda ili dame kroz moju se sobu diže
I na kip Palade sleti, što se iznad vrata diže,
Sleti, sede, ništa više.
(nastaviće se)
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door–
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
