There is a trembling of tone
in each of us, which corresponds exactly to the specific rhythm of Njegos's
decasyllable which refers to its as mold to its casting, that answer always
to his sound, true and unerring like password. We may leave instantly in
our thoughts and our sensitive inspirations very far away but we always
back to him, we may "occupied with us" led behind him, but we will always
arrive at the crucial moments. He is always present but he may seem absent.
Thus I believe, each of us (everyone) may say, with completely right,
that Njegos is always present in our lives. Njegos with his greatness that
we sometimes forget or do not observe, but as we do not observe air that we
breathe and sun that shines upon us. He stands in our wandering and our resourcefulness,
in our enthusiasm which has not lasted and our fights that have never stopped.
In our trips around the world and through the books Njegos has never leave us.
At the moments when we thought that we were very far away from him he has used
to appear unexpectedly not as a vision but as a real power, and voice of blood
and reality that existed and acted even when it unseen and unheard, Njegos has appeared
so unavoidably, naturally as amazing and unexpected, under the verse of
Voltaire or the sentence of Marc Aurelie, under the ruins of Rome Coliseum
where he used to sit with escort as long as "the sun has set and stars
have appeared", or on the green small island of rainy and melancholic Boka.
"The winds and the muddy clouds
dose in prison maritime".
We were followed everywhere by Njegos. (Although it was just optical illusion of
spirit, we thought he was following us, but in fact we bore him). Yes, we were followed
by him everywhere. But his living and life giving present we felt at all in
epoch of our greatest national and social critical situations.
In those difficult years of national and personal life from 1941 to 1944,
when every characteristic has to tested, every exam has to passed again, and every measure
and accounts have to check, the great wisdom proved easy and weak and the great feeling
proved frail and tricky. Njegos grew in ourselves and became higher than
ever. "The Mountain Wreath" opened on its forgotten pages and we saw new
places of a new meaning which open new perspectives and cast a strong light
to the destiny of people and call of man. Then we could see how it seems
when "the Dear God gets angry at Serbs", and more than that, we saw how
hard it is to man to be a man, but "he has to be man". Then we saw that
"the fear strain honour to life and also the verity of verse;
"Death is easier than great shame".
Yes, we saw a lot of that, always with Njegos in our memory. We saw and we comprehended.
We comprehended that humanness is a supreme law for relate man to another and we also
comprehended that the man obliged to protect humanity from the brutes, and that word
"to be man means to be fighter" is true. We comprehended that every hesitation,
in that regard, means treachery of man and humanity, and every reconciliation
means serve to brute, and everyone and its law of general life.
Its a knowledge (science) of the Njegos's verse where he apposes whole evil and laws
without order to one idea and one feeling, above the all exhaustions and darkness, which
expressed in one sentence: the Njegos's fight "the terrible fight", "the
ceaseless fight" with internal and external enemy. Simplified and salutary
Njegos, a principle of extatic courage solve everything.
"Hit as long as you can wave,
And do not regret anything in the world".
Because that is the only way to remain worthy of the name of humane being, save the
world and preserve humanity but who feel sorry, that do not save itself lose the world.
From CD "Petar II Petrovic Njegos - The Mountain Wreath" edited by "The Homeland" association, Belgrade 1994.