Song to my mother [Cântec pentru mama]

You were so miserable, my dear mother,
In winter, summer, on the grass, through slime,
When cold was bitter or when heat was coming
I saw you walking barefoot all the time.

You never worn a vestment looking nicely,
You only had a jacket made of hide,
But even that I know for sure that only
At festivals you put on without pride!

You were like this as far as I remember
And went on foot along the dusty road.
You didn't travel in the cart for fearing
That bullocks would then toil with too much load.

I'm sorry that your life did not last longer
And you were hasty to return to clay,
What shoes I'd bring you now, my dearest mother,
And what a lovely coat you'd wear today!

poem by Virgil Carianopol, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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