With your hand [Cu-a ta mână]
Sweet angel, with your hand divine,
When I was sad, lost in the mob,
You wiped those dreary eyes of mine
And you extinguished my deep sob.
May you be always safe and great,
With you around I had no fear
And I forgot my bitter fate
And that I was a stranger here.
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The longing [Dorul]
The longing burns inside my core
I wail and find no rest,
Ah! without wings I cannot soar
To reach your mellow breast!
I feel I'm dying here below
I'm helpless and I fear,
I never learn, I do not know,
A thing about you, dear.
At night in silence, I confess,
In pain I touch my scars,
And beg for comfort and caress
From moon and from the stars.
But they keep silent and have flown
Across the clear blue sky;
I sob for feeling all alone,
I'm empty and I cry.
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My shattered dreams [A mele visuri]
My shattered dreams, which mind conceives,
Fill up my heart with woe again,
I see them all in the pale leaves
And in the sorrow of the glen.
In snow they will forever sleep,
Covered by time with its thick shawl,
My shattered dreams, which make me weep
And fill my heart with bitter gall!
When happy days, O, lovely trees,
Will give you back what you have lost,
The leaves that from your boughs were tossed,
In night's deep darkness still will freeze
My shattered dreams, which mind conceives!
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How much we loved each other and we thought [Cât ne iubeam, şi cum credeam odată]
How much we loved each other and we thought
That our sincere affection would endure,
That what we had in mind were notions pure
About that world perpetual we sought!
Time and again, my wish to hold you tight
Against my chest, more ardent was and great,
And on my heart it put a heavy weight:
The day I die... and tears obscured your sight...
Today, it's just a tale, not even sore,
Because all things came quickly to an end;
There's not a trace of what it was before,
So many vain illusions, my dear friend!
A sign, a kerchief waving at the door.
And then we in forgetfulness descend.
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When I have nothing to write [Când n-am ce scrie]
Why are you surprised by me?
I'm a writer, you can see,
And when people ask me why,
To kill boredom, I reply.
Novels, chronicles, critique,
For these all I have technique:
Give me issues and then pay,
I make stories right away.
And for sure, it's no big deal...
Some ideas I can steal
Or some pattern improvise
And I'm like Apollo's guys.
Then the world is old of days,
You can write about its ways!
Style and grammar? Do not freak,
They're for people poor and weak.
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Fading images [Icoane şterse]
I'm at the window in a pensive mood,
The setting sun intently I behold,
Above it there's a cloud with gray imbued
Whose rims are stitched with rubies and with gold.
The blue of heaven there is in decline;
Queer shapes the cloud in silence does produce...
I'd fix them in the rhythm of a line!
But they're short-lived... Now, turn into a deuce,
Wrapped up in vestments made of silver ore,
Which stands and holds in hand a banner fair.
Now, it's a bear, but, lo, has changed once more,,,
Looks like a priest with tangled burning hair.
I see how lifts his arms above the chest,
But those malicious flames are all around,
A cloud of dust is rising in the west
And gloomy shadows stretch upon the ground.
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Things of the past [Din trecut]
Now, when has gone our love sincere
Come to the graveyard with me, dear,
Where are entombed under the grass,
And by oblivion concealed
So many frozen dreams, alas!
Time and aloofness are their shield.
Get rid of your regrets and shame:
No one can put on us the blame.
So many crosses are around!...
Our first kiss lies here in the ground:
The moon was watching from on high
How we were crossing love's frontiers
And it was shining in the sky,
While happiness made us shed tears,
Which slowly trickled on our face;
We sipped them all in hot embrace.
Elsewhere a longing – dead and dried:
Two kids were eager, side by side,
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