The Shapes of Bosnian Souls
Here lies Ahmat Stuk on his noble land.
Let it be known that since my brother carved this
stone and it was laid in the field upon me, never
a traveller on earth nor a star by night will lose its
way. In my death I have become a waypost.
In the 1192nd Year of Our Lord, in the month of January when it was colder for the living than the dead.
Translated by Una and Ulvija Tanović
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