Lacrimile / The tears

POSTED IN classic poetry, translated Romanian-English March 3, 2019

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Lacrimile / The tears

Cand izgonit din cuibul vesniciei
intaiul om
trecea uimit si-ngandurat prin codri ori pe campuri,
il chinuiau mustrandu-l
lumina, zarea, norii — si din orice floare
il sageta c-o amintire paradisul –
Si omul cel dintai, pribeagul, nu stia sa planga.
Odata, istovit de-albastrul prea senin
al primaverii,
cu suflet de copil intaiul om
cazu cu fata-n pulberea pamantului:
“Stapane, ia-mi vederea,
ori daca-ti sta-n putinta impainjeneste-mi ochii
c-un giulgiu,
sa nu mai vad
nici flori, nici cer, nici zambetele Evei si nici nori,
caci, vezi — lumina lor ma doare”.
Si-atuncea Milostivul intr-o clipa de-ndurare
ii dete — lacrimile.

Lucian Blaga

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The tears

When banished from the nest of eternity
the first man
was passing by pensively astonished through the woods or on the fields
scolded and tormented
by the light, the horizon , the clouds – and from each flower
the paradise was piercing him with a memory –
and the first man, the wanderer, didn’t know to cry.
once, exhausted by the too clear blue
of the spring,
with the soul of a child the first man
fell on his face in the dust:
“Master, take my sight,
or if you can blur my eyes
with a shroud,
not to see
neither flowers nor heaven nor the smiles of Eve nor clouds,
for, You see, their light hurts. ”
And then the Merciful in a moment of grace
gave him – the tears.

 

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