Tears and tears [Lcrime şi lacrime]
Stop your crying, curb your fears,
Heart unlucky and profane,
Through your big and bloody tears
Never heals or disappears
My deep wound and my great pain.
Pain that's burning like a flame
In my chest, but without smoke,
Where the sorrow quickly came,
Dripping bitter gall and shame,
On my neck to put a yoke.
Ah! And keep this in your mind
That the flame which spoils my glee
Through some vows sincere and kind
A tear burning and refined
Of sweet love has lit in me.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Near the craddle [Lângă leagăn]
On your forehead a nice wreath made of myrtle I will place
And around your neck I'll tie a rich necklace full of grace,
On your smooth and rounded arm like the lily petals, white,
I'll put bracelets, coral red, and fine rubies shining bright.
A nice dress as white as foam, light as clouds which cross the sky,
On your shoulders I will hang and like angels who can fly
You will also fly away – but instead of mother's kiss
Your dear soul will then be rocked by sweet love and perfect bliss.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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You were my dear [Drag mi-ai fost]
Once you were, you were my dear,
But today I've grown aware
That this world so large and old
Without you it isn't bare.
In the sky, the morning star
Glows and fills us with much fun,
But goes down and fades away
When at dawn appears the sun.
Its majestic fiery disk
Makes you feel a newly born
And erases from your mind
The star twinkling in the morn.
Morning star you were to me,
Which at dawn my eyes did meet,
Then you waned – so now I look
At the sun, which is so sweet...
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If you knew... [De-ai şti...]
If you knew how much, my dear,
I pine for your voice to hear,
You'd come flying like a bird
Just to tell me one more word.
Whether bad or good it be,
We would chatter, you and me,
You would glance and I would stare,
Then the words would fill the air.
You'd say several, I know,
I would let a lot to flow,
Vain, but pure like a white dove,
Telling only about love.
So, come quickly like a bird,
Come and say to me a word,
For I'm eager to rejoice
When I hear your charming voice.
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Alone [Singură]
How many times I felt revived
By every move heard near,
Thinking that maybe you arrived,
O, vision sweet and dear.
How many times in bed at night
I cried and suffered, too,
And by myself put out the light,
My darling, without you.
O, if you knew, despite my yawn,
How many nights were white,
I stayed awake for you till dawn,
My hot and fierce delight.
If you had briefly come, dear friend,
Brought by the fate insane –
Your kiss might then have put an end
To this eternal pain!
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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When bow... [Când îmi plec...]
When bow my forehead on my hand
My vagrant thought escapes from here
And think you're under my command,
For I'm your mistress, O, my dear!
And also think, like in the past,
That you adore me with your eye
And with a heart sad and harassed
You long for me and deeply sigh.
Then lots of things in sky confined
Or in the stories meant to be
Pass quickly through my crazy mind
Because I deem you're loving me.
But then I jerk and from my hand
I lift my forehead tough and grave
And waking up I understand
I'm not a mistress, but a slave.
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Today... [Ca astăzi...]
Today, I'm hardly in command
Of my own soul, of my own heart,
And when I gently shake your hand
You get to know it from the start.
I'm like a toy, weak, immature,
In front of you when stand and wait,
My sight would let you know for sure
Into my eyes if you looked straight.
My only wish, my only bliss,
Is to obey, your slave to be,
And my whole being tells you this
When you approach and pass by me.
But you pass like a sunshine bright,
Which a poor vagrant sees above –
What does it care that gives him light...
What do you care that I'm in love.
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Don't cry [Nu plânge]
Don't cry for I deny your face,
And that I leave you do not cry...
The time has come to change my place,
The time has come to say goodbye.
A chain is breaking, which was strong,
As if a thread were teared by force;
When fate seems terrible and wrong,
In vain you try to change its course.
And nothing in the world around
Can bring us back what was before
And the sweet love, true and profound,
That we two shared in days of yore.
Goodbye, you'll be alright, I know,
Your soul will fly like a white dove...
New lovers come when old flames go
And you'll forget my fervent love.
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Why still you count your years... [De ce-ţi mai numeri anii...]
Why still you count your years to see if you are old
When very well you know your soul is sad and cold,
And why you ask the glass so often to attest
That on your face cruel time no wrinkles has impressed,
When know that all your things, which constantly do roll,
Have left deep dreary marks in your beloved soul,
And that eons have passed and fallen in abyss
Since on the earth you felt a momentary bliss?
And how you look today why do you want to know
When you're aware your ghost has left you long ago?
You carry death around and slowly are consumed,
Life has become a pain, you feel that you are doomed!
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How lost its strength... [Şi cum s-a stins...]
How lost its strength and then grew pale
That love which seemed to reach the skies,
You almost think it's just a tale,
Which you have heard from other guys.
And as the clouds on their long way
Forsake the land and the blue sea,
So the sweet thrill will go away
And dies the love which used to be.
The feeling is forever new
Deep down inside the mortals' chest,
And all the nature changes, too,
Until you find eternal rest.
And when I think of you, my dear,
I do not cry that we're apart,
Because today to me it's clear
That all the love, which fills your heart,
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