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1. Ex libris<\/p>\n
Carte frumoas\u0103 cinste cui te-a scris
Incet gandita, gingas cump\u0103nit\u0103;
Esti ca o floare, anume inflorit\u0103
M\u00e2inilor mele, care te-au deschis.<\/p>\n
E\u0219ti ca vioara, singura ce c\u00e2nt\u0103
lubirea toat\u0103 pe un fir de p\u0103r,
Si paginile tale, adev\u0103r,
S-au tip\u0103rit cu litera cea sf\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/p>\n
Un om de s\u00e2nge ia din pisc noroi
Si z\u0103mliseste marea lui fantom\u0103
De reverie, umbr\u0103 si arom\u0103,
Si o pogoar\u0103 vie printre noi.<\/p>\n
Dar jertfa lui zadarnic\u0103 se pare,
Pe c\u00e2t e ghiersul c\u0103rtii de frumos.
Carte iubit\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 de folos,
Tu nu \u0103aspunzi la nici o intrebare.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Ex libris<\/p>\n
Honor to whom wrote you, beautiful book
Thoroughly and delicately thought.
You’re like a flower, which to blossom sought,
for my hands which to read you undertook.<\/p>\n
You’re like the violin, the only one
That plays the whole love on a string
And your pages, truth, the real thing,
With the holy letter have been done.<\/p>\n
A man of blood from the peak takes the clay
And he begets his great phantasm torment
Of dreaming and of shadow and of scent
And he descends it alive in our way.<\/p>\n
But his oblation seems in vain to be
as beautiful is the book’s verse and spell
Beloved book, useless, to no avail
You do not answer any questions-plea.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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2. De-a v-ati ascuns\u2026<\/p>\nDragii mei, o sa ma joc odata
Cu voi, de-a ceva ciudat.
Nu stiu cand o sa fie asta, tata,
Dar, hotarat, o sa ne jucam odata,
Odata, poate, dupa scapatat.<\/p>\nE un joc viclean de batrani
Cu copii, ca voi, cu fetite ca tine,
Joc de slugi si joc de stapani,
Joc de pasari, de flori, de cani,
Si fiecare il joaca bine.<\/p>\nNe vom iubi, negresit, mereu
Stransi bucurosi la masa,
Subt coviltirele lui Dumnezeu.
Intr-o zi piciorul va ramane greu,
Mana stangace, ochiul sleit, limba scamoasa.<\/p>\nJocul incepe incet, ca un vant,
Eu o sa rad si o sa tac,
O sa ma culc la pamant.
O sa stau fara cuvant,
De pilda, langa copac.<\/p>\nE jocul sfintelor Scripturi.
Asa s-a jucat si Domnul nostru Isus Hristos
Si altii, prinsi de friguri si de calduri,
Care din cateva sfinte tremuraturi
Au ispravit jocul, frumos.<\/p>\nVoi sa nu va mahniti tare
Cand ma vor lua si duce departe
Si-mi vor face un fel de inmormantare
In lutul afanat sau tare.
Asa e jocul, incepe cu moarte.<\/p>\nStiind ca si Lazar a-nviat
Voi sa nu va mahniti, s-asteptati,
Ca si cum nu s-a intamplat
Nimic prea nou si prea ciudat.
Acolo, voi gandi la jocul nostru, printre frati.<\/p>\nTata s-a ingrijit de voi,
V-a lasat vite, hambare,
Pasune, bordeie si oi,
Pentru tot soiul de nevoi
Si pentru mancare.<\/p>\nToti vor invia, toti se vor intoarce
Intr-o zi acasa, la copii,
La nevasta, care plange si toarce,
La vacute, la mioare,
Ca oamenii gospodari si vii.<\/p>\nVoi cresteti, dragii mei, sanatosi,
Voinici, zglobii, cu voie buna,
Cum am apucat din mosi-stramosi.
Deocamdata, fetii mei frumosi,
O sa lipseasca tata vreo luna.<\/p>\nApoi, o sa fie o intarziere,
Si alta, si pe urma alta.
Tata nu o sa mai aiba putere
Sa vie pe jos, in timpul cat se cere,
Din lumea ceealalta.<\/p>\nSi, voi ati crescut mari,
V-ati capatuit,
V-ati facut carturari,
Mama-mpleteste ciorapi si pieptari,
Si tata nu a mai venit…<\/p>\nPuii mei, bobocii mei, copiii mei!
Asa este jocul.
Il joci in doi, in trei,
Il joci in cate cati vrei.
Arde-l-ar focul.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hide and seek<\/p>\nMy dears, once I will play
With you, of something strange at sight.
Your Father doesn’t know when is that day
But, once definitely we\u2019ll play,
Once, maybe, after the twilight.<\/p>\nIt’s of elders’ a cunning game
With children, like you, with girls with frocks
Game of servants and of masters, the same,
Game of birds, of flowers, of dogs
Which everyone plays to aim.<\/p>\nWe will always love each other, agreed
Happy around the table skimp,
Under God’s roof kneed.
One day the leg will be limp,
The hand uncertain, tired the eye, the tongue grimp.<\/p>\nThe game starts slowly, like a wind,
I will laugh and silent I’ll be
On the ground I will lie with descend
I will stay saying no thing,
For example, near a tree.<\/p>\nIt is of Holy Scriptures game discrete.
This is how our Lord Jesus Christ played
And others, caught in the cold and heat,
With a few of holy tremors beat
They finished the game, beautifully obeyed.<\/p>\nDo not grieve too much overall
When they will take me far away
And will make me a kind of funeral
In the loose or hard clay.
That’s the game, starts with death, of all.<\/p>\nKnowing that also Lazarus rose at call
You do not worry but wait,
As if nothing happened at all
Nothing too new and too big or small.
There, I’ll think of our game, with my fate.<\/p>\nFather knew in his care how to keep
He left you cattle, barns, all
Pastures, huts and sheep,
For all kind of needs in deep
And food, for the long haul.<\/p>\nEveryone will rise, everyone will return
Home, to the kids, one blessed day
To the wife, who cries, spins yarn
To the cows, to the sheep, to discern
Like all people thrifty, alive, gay.<\/p>\nYou grow up healthy, my dear ones,
Strong, joyful, always with smile,
How it was meant by my elders once.
For now, my beloved sons
Father will be missing for a while.<\/p>\nThen there will be a delay,
Another one, and then another.
Father will no longer find the way
To walk back, as you would pray
From one world to the other.<\/p>\nAnd you grew up, went far
You did something with your life track
Some of you have become scholar,
Mother knits stockings and coat ajar
And Father did not come back…<\/p>\nMy babies, my darlings, my plea!
This is the game.
You play it in two, in three,
You play it in as many could be.
May it burn in flame!<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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3. Testament<\/p>\n
Nu-\u0163i voi l\u0103sa drept bunuri, dup\u0103 moarte,
Dec\u00e2t un nume adunat pe o carte,
\u00cen seara r\u0103zvr\u0103tit\u0103 care vine
De la str\u0103bunii mei p\u00e2n\u0103 la tine,
Prin rapi \u015fi gropi ad\u00e2nci
Suite de b\u0103tr\u00e2nii mei pe br\u00e2nci
\u015ei care, t\u00e2n\u0103r, s\u0103 le urci te-a\u015fteapt\u0103
Cartea mea-i, fiule, o treapt\u0103.<\/p>\n
A\u015feaz-o cu credin\u0163a c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i.
Ea e hri\u015fovul vostru cel dint\u00e2i.
Al robilor cu s\u0103ricile, pline
De osemintele v\u0103rsate-n mine.<\/p>\n
Ca s\u0103 schimb\u0103m, acum, int\u00e2ia oar\u0103
Sapa-n condei \u015fi brazda-n calimar\u0103
B\u0103tr\u00e2nii au adunat, printre plavani,
Sudoarea muncii sutelor de ani.
Din graiul lor cu-ndemnuri pentru vite
Eu am ivit cuvinte potrivite
\u015ei leagane urma\u015filor st\u0103p\u00e2ni.
\u015ei, fr\u0103m\u00e2ntate mii de s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni
Le-am prefecut \u00een versuri \u015fi-n icoane,
F\u0103cui din zdren\u0163e muguri \u015fi coroane.
Veninul str\u00e2ns l-am preschimbat \u00een miere,
L\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00eentreaga dulcea lui putere
Am luat ocara, \u015fi torc\u00e2nd u\u015fure
Am pus-o c\u00e2nd s\u0103-mbie, c\u00e2nd s\u0103-njure.
Am luat cenu\u015fa mor\u0163ilor din vatr\u0103
\u015ei am f\u0103cut-o Dumnezeu de piatr\u0103,
Hotar \u00eenalt, cu dou\u0103 lumi pe poale,
P\u0103z\u00e2nd \u00een piscul datoriei tale.<\/p>\n
Durerea noastra surd\u0103 \u015fi amar\u0103
O gr\u0103m\u0103dii pe-o singur\u0103 vioar\u0103,
Pe care ascult\u00e2nd-o a jucat
St\u0103p\u00e2nul, ca un \u0163ap \u00eenjunghiat.
Din bube, mucegaiuri \u015fi noroi
Iscat-am frumuse\u0163i \u015fi pre\u0163uri noi.
Biciul r\u0103bdat se-ntoarce \u00een cuvinte
Si izb\u0103veste-ncet pedesitor
Odrasla vie-a crimei tuturor.
E-ndrept\u0103\u0163irea ramurei obscure
Ie\u015fit\u0103 la lumin\u0103 din padure
\u015ei d\u00e2nd \u00een v\u00e2rf, ca un ciorchin de negi
Rodul durerii de vecii \u00eentregi.<\/p>\n
\u00centins\u0103 lene\u015f\u0103 pe canapea,
Domni\u0163a sufer\u0103 \u00een cartea mea.
Slov\u0103 de foc \u015fi slov\u0103 faurit\u0103
\u00cemparechiate-n carte se m\u0103rit\u0103,
Ca fierul cald \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fat \u00een cle\u015fte.
Robul a scris-o, Domnul o cite\u015fte,
F\u0103r-a cunoa\u015fte ca-n ad\u00eencul ei
Zace mania bunilor mei.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Testament<\/p>\n
After my death upon you I’ll bestow
Only a name on a book, echo,
In the rebellious evening to pursue
From my ancestors up to you
Through creeks and deep ravines
Climbed by my elders on their knees
And which, young man, are there for you, to climb
My book is a ladder, my son.<\/p>\n
Place it with faith as leading light.
That’s your first charter for the flight.
From the slaves with fur coats, filled
By the bones into my soul spilled.<\/p>\n
That we could change now, in a blink,
The spud into a pen, the furrow into ink,
The elders gathered, with their oxen be,
The sweat of hundred years of drudgery.
From their tongue with urge for herds
I’ve put together fitting words
And cradles for the masters’ birthrights.
Kneaded for thousands of sennights,
I’ve turned them into icons, into verse
From rags I’ve made rosebuds and wreaths.
The gathered venom into honey I’ve turned
Keeping its sweet strength wholly unflawed,
I took the curse and with a twisting wear
I made him either lure or swear.
I took hearth ashes of dead bone
And I’ve turned them into a God of stone,
With two worlds at the edge, high boundary
Guarding over the summit of your duty.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
Our dull and bitter pain
I’ve piled it on one violin
Whose sound made the master gloat
and dance like a stumbling goat.
From wounds, mildews, and muddiness
I’ve stirred new, priceless loveliness.
The endured whip is returning as words
Redeeming slowly, in punitive need
The offspring of everyone’s misdeed.
It is the obscure branch’s right
Out of the forest to the light,
Bearing on top, like warts anomalies
The fruit of pain of all eternities.<\/p>\n
Lying on the divan with lazy look
The princess suffers in my book.
The word of fire and the word that’s forged
Together in my book are merged,
Like the hot iron in the tongs’ strong hold
Written by slave, read by the Lord,
Not knowing that inside its page
Is buried deep my ancestors’ rage.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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4. Tare sunt singur, Doamne, si piezis!<\/p>\nTare sunt singur, Doamne, \u0219i piezi\u0219!
Copac pribeag uitat \u00een c\u00e2mpie,
Cu fruct amar \u0219i cu frunzi\u0219
\u021aepos \u0219i aspru-n \u00eend\u00e2rjire vie.<\/p>\nT\u00e2njesc ca pas\u0103rea ciripitoare
S\u0103 se opreasc\u0103-n drum,
S\u0103 c\u00e2nte-n mine \u0219i s\u0103 zboare
Prin umbra mea de fum.<\/p>\nA\u0219tept cr\u00e2mpeie mici de ging\u0103\u0219ie,
C\u00e2ntece mici de vr\u0103bii \u0219i l\u0103stun
S\u0103 mi se dea \u0219i mie,
Ca pomilor de rod cu gustul bun.<\/p>\nNu am nectare roze de dulcea\u021b\u0103,
Nici chiar aroma primei agurizi,
\u0218i prins ad\u00e2nc \u00eentre vecii \u0219i cea\u021b\u0103,
Nu-mi stau pe coaj\u0103 moile omizi.<\/p>\nNalt candelabru, straj\u0103 de hotare,
Stelele vin \u0219i se aprind pe r\u00e2nd
\u00cen ramurile-ntinse pe altare \u2013
\u0218i te slujesc; dar, Doamne, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd?<\/p>\nDe-a fi-nflorit numai cu focuri sfinte
\u0218i de-a rodi metale doar, p\u0103truns
De grele porunci \u0219i-nv\u0103\u021b\u0103minte,
Poate c\u0103, Doamne, mi-este de ajuns.<\/p>\n\u00cen rostul meu tu m-ai l\u0103sat uit\u0103rii
\u0218i m\u0103 muncesc din r\u0103d\u0103cini \u0219i s\u00e2nger.
Trimite, Doamne, semnul dep\u0103rt\u0103rii,
Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, c\u00e2te un pui de \u00eenger,<\/p>\nS\u0103 bat\u0103 alb din arip\u0103 la luna,
S\u0103-mi dea din nou pova\u021ba ta mai bun\u0103.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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I am so lonely, Lord, and torn<\/p>\n
I am so lonely, Lord, and torn!
A solitary tree forgotten in the plain,
With bitter fruit and foliage scorn
Thorny and harsh with zealous strain.<\/p>\nI long for a bird chirping loud
To stop on her way, for me
To sing in me and fly to cloud
Through my shadow of smoke to flee.<\/p>\nI wait for little bits of tenderness,
Small songs of sparrows, martin’s breathe
To be given to me no less
Like to the flavorous fruit-trees.<\/p>\nI have not nectar filled with sweetness pink
Not even flavour of the sour grapes,
And caught between ages and fog I sink
On my shell don’t sit caterpillars’ shapes.<\/p>\nHigh chandelier, guarding the Psalters
The stars come and light now and then
In the branches spread on the altars
I serve you, but, Lord, until when?<\/p>\nTo have been flourished only in holy fires
To bear fruits only metals, penetrated
By heavy commandments and plyers,
Maybe, Lord, that’s enough for me intended.<\/p>\nYou have forsaken me in my goal
And I toil from my roots and bleed.
Send me, Lord, the sign of distant soul,
From time to time, a little angel seed.<\/p>\nTo flutter its wings white to the moon,
To give me still your best advice abloom.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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5. De c\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u015ftii<\/p>\nDe c\u00eend ma stii, am luat asupra mea
Povara-ntodeauna, Doamne, cea mai grea.
Si tot urc\u00eend \u00een coasta, vream s-arat
Ca nu ma dau poverile-ndarat.<\/p>\nO suferinta \u00eentre alte doua
N-am socotit-o suferinta noua.
Haide si tu, aseaza-te-n spinare.
Ma simt voinic. Pe cine ce-l mai doare?
Cine-i strein si singur, cine?
Sa urce-n c\u00eerca, pe samar, la mine.<\/p>\nHai, ticalosii, bl\u00eenzii, toti de-a valma,
C\u00eeti ati \u00eentors obrazul, c\u00eeti l-ati batut cu palma,
\u00censarcinare, poate, am de la Satan
Sa va ridic la cer prin uragan.
S\u00eent robul vostru, hotar\u00eet de sus,
Sa fiu caricatura lui Isus.<\/p>\nDe c\u00eeti \u00een seama mi v-a dat
Vreau sa raspund pe fata si curat.
Nu-l uit pe cel ce p\u00eeine da si nici
Pe cel ce da catuse, pravila si bici.
S\u00eenteti ai mei, si rai si buni. Veniti.
Dator s\u00eent sa va fac si fericiti.<\/p>\nDar ostenit \u00een drumul meu \u00eengust,
Ca s\u00eent ales la mila cu dezgust,
Sc\u00eerbit de om, jignit de omenire,
Sa-mi duc poverile la m\u00eentuire,
As cauta zadarnic a-ntelege
De ce mi-ai pus porunci de-atare lege.<\/p>\nEu, Doamne, le-am primit si ma supun,
Stap\u00eene drag, gingas ca un lastun.
Vreau sa te-ntreb: c\u00eend m-ai ales, ai fost nebun?<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Since you know me<\/p>\n
Since you know me, upon me I bestowed
Lord, always the heaviest load.
By climbing so, I wanted to prove that
No burden makes me to give up.<\/p>\nA suffering between two others
I didn’t see as a new bother.
Come also you, on my back stand.
I feel strong. Who else feels pain’s hand?
Who is a stranger and alone, who?
Climb on my back, my burden, too.<\/p>\nCome, all of you, the evil, the good grace
Those who turned the cheek, those who slapped his face.
Maybe I have a task from Satan wry
Through storm to lift you to the sky.
I am your servant, by heaven’s decree,
To be of Christ a parody.<\/p>\nFor those given to my account
I want to answer honest throughout.
I won’t forget the one who gives bread, nor
The one who handcuffs, rules, whips. I deplore
You are all mine, both good and evil. Through.
I am obliged to make you happy too.<\/p>\nBut tired in my narrow path with dust,
That I’m chosen at my mercy with disgust,
Disgusted by man, by mankind offended
To carry my burdens to a point intended,
I’d try in vain to understand
Why did you give me such command?<\/p>\nI, Lord, received them and obeyed I had
Dear master, gentle like a martin bird.
I want to ask you: when you chose me, were you mad?<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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6. Nici suferin\u021bele nu s\u00eent la fel<\/p>\n
Nici suferin\u021bele nu s\u00eent la fel.
Unul apas\u0103, altul rabd\u0103-n el.
Pe unu-l doare talpa, pe cel\u0103lalt grumazul,
Pe cei mai tari trufia, pe cei mai slabi necazul.<\/p>\n
Tu gemi c\u0103 e\u015fti puternic, el geme c\u0103-i s\u0103rac,
Pe am\u00eendoi jurat s\u00eent s\u0103 v\u0103-mpac.
Un vinovat \u00eendur\u0103, alt vinovat \u00eenfr\u00eenge.
Tu dai otrav\u0103, semenul d\u0103 s\u00eenge.<\/p>\n
Neferici\u021bi \u0219i cr\u00eenceni am\u00eendoi.
Care-i mai teaf\u0103r dintre voi?
C\u00eend schimb pe cel mai mare, de sus, cu cel mai mic,
\u00cen cump\u0103na \u00eentoars\u0103 nu s-a schimbat nimic.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Even the sufferings are not the same<\/p>\n
Even the sufferings are not the same.
One pushes, other bears it in selfsame.
One’s foot sole hurts, another’s neck is pain,
The strong are hurt by pride, the weakest by disdain.<\/p>\n
You moan because you’re strong, because he’s poor he moans
I swear to reconcile you both.
One culprit suffers, one defeats the lad.
One give the poison, fellow man gives blood.<\/p>\n
Bitter and grumpy both of you
Which one is sanest of you two?
When, from the top, the strong one to the weak I exchange
In the reverse balance nothing will ever change.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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7. Mi-e dor de tine<\/p>\n
Mi-e dor de tine, zvelta mea femeie,
De gura ta de orhidee,
De s\u00e2nul t\u0103u cu bumbi de dude,
De buzele-\u0163i c\u0103rnoase, dulci \u015fi ude,
Mi-e dor de tot ce se ascunde,
De \u015foldurile tale tari, rotunde,
De genunchii t\u0103i mi-e dor,
S\u0103-mi str\u00e2nga capul \u00eenl\u0103untrul lor.
D\u0103-mi pe limb\u0103 s\u0103 le bea
Balele tale calde, mult iubita mea,
Femeia mea, durerea mea \u015fi via\u0163a mea.<\/p>\n
Tu nu \u015ftii, c\u0103 la r\u0103u \u015fi bine,
Inima, g\u00e2ndul meu, lipite sunt de tine,
Ca iedera te \u00eenf\u0103\u015foar\u0103
Sufletul meu, cu frunza lui u\u015foar\u0103.
Tulpina ta se-nal\u0163\u0103 p\u00e2n\u2019 la stele
Str\u00e2ns\u0103 de vrejul g\u00e2ndurilor mele.
Tu nu \u015ftii c\u0103 e\u015fti totul pentru mine,
Lumina mea \u015fi z\u0103rile senine,
V\u0103zduhul nalt \u015fi apa ce o sorb,
Sufletul meu f\u0103r\u0103 de tine-i orb,
M\u00e2na t\u00e2nje\u015fte, mintea se-nconvoaie
Ca spicul de secara f\u0103r\u0103 ploaie.
P\u0103m\u00e2ntul meu te cere, cerul meu,
\u00cen care-aud \u015foptind pe Dumnezeu.
Gr\u0103dina mea cu poame delicate,
F\u00e2nt\u00e2na mea cu ape ridicate
T\u00e2\u015fnind \u00een sus \u00een soare
\u015ei-aduc\u0103toare de r\u0103coare.<\/p>\n
Vino, femeia mea, s\u0103 te m\u00e2ng\u00e2i
De-a lungul p\u00e2n\u0103 la c\u0103lc\u00e2i
Cu buzele, cu ochii, cu visarea.
M\u0103 uit la tine, te fr\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163i ca marea,
Din spume de dantele, din talaze,
Cu peruzele, cu smaralde \u015fi topaze.
Strecoar\u0103-te subt luntrea mea \u015fi lin\u0103
Du-mi-o-n ad\u00e2nc \u015fi \u00een lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n
Te c\u00e2nt ca un copil b\u0103tr\u00e2n,
Las\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 mi te-adorm pe s\u00e2n,
Las\u0103-te-ntreag\u0103 s\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i leag\u0103n moale
\u00cen luntre farmecele tale
\u015ei frumuse\u0163ile t\u0103cute.
Bijuteria mea cu pietre ne\u015ftiute
Dec\u00e2t de robul t\u0103u care te c\u00e2nt\u0103,
Vino \u00eencet \u015fi m\u0103-nve\u015fm\u00e2nt\u0103
Cu sufletul, cu carnea ta,
Pe care nu o pot uita.
Tu e\u015fti iubita mea,
St\u0103p\u00e2na mea,
Durerea mea \u015fi bucuria mea.
Noi suntem unul am\u00e2ndoi
Ca un altoi l\u00e2ng\u0103 un alt altoi
\u015ei-n lumea toat\u0103 suntem numai noi,
Ca dou\u0103 c\u0103r\u0163i legate \u00eentr-o carte,
De-a pururi, zi cu zi, p\u00e2n\u0103 la moarte.
S\u0103 nu mai \u015ftiu de nimeni, de nimic,
Puiule mic,
Nuf\u0103rul meu deschis
Plin de parfume rare \u015fi de vis.
Vino, gr\u0103dino,
Vino, senino.
Vino \u00eencet ca zborul tiptil de r\u00eendunea
Iubita mea, femeia mea.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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I miss you<\/p>\n
I miss you so, my graceful woman,
Your orchid mouth, I summon,
Your bosom with mulberry tips,
Your voluptuous, sweet, wet lips,
I miss what’s hidden in your mix,
Your strong and curvy hips,
I strongly miss your knees,
To hold my head and squeeze,
Give to my tongue, to drink it all
your warm saliva, much beloved soul,
My woman, my pain and my whole.<\/p>\n
Don’t you know, for better or worse,
My heart, mind, lips into you\u2019ll immerse,
Like ivy wrapped around your reef
There is my soul with its light leaf.
Your stem goes high, up to star spots
Embraced by the frame of my thoughts.
Don’t you know, you are everything that’s true,
My light and my horizons blue,
The heaven and the water I drink
My soul is blind without you in a blink.
My hand is yearning, my mind is bent
Like the rye spike without rain spent.
My clay demands you, my heaven swing
Where I hear God whispering.
My garden with delicate berries
My fountain with raised water fairies
Gushing up in the sunlight
Bringing freshness delight.<\/p>\n
Come, woman mine, to my caress
From head to toe, to bless
With lips and eyes in reverie.
I see you trembling like the sea,
From foam of laces in waves
Turquoise, emerald, topaz engraves.
Sneak under my vessel soft and quite
Guide it into deep and light.<\/p>\n
I sing to you like an old child quest
Let me put you to sleep on my chest
Let yourself be gently rocked
With all your charms into my boat
And all the beauties silent tones
My jewel with unknown stones
Known to your servant who sings to you,
Come slowly and dress me true
With your soul, with your flesh too
Which to forget I can’t subdue.
You are my love,
My mistress,
My pain and my mirth.
You and I are one at birth.
Like one scion next to another, thus
And in the whole world we are the only ones,
Like two books bound into another heart,
Forever, day by day, ’till death us part.
So I shall know no one and anything,
My little thing,
My blossomed nenuphar
Filled with rare, dreamy scent from afar.
Come, my Eden,
Come, my serene,
Come slowly like a swallow’s flight
My love, my woman, my light.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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8. Razbunare<\/p>\n
Din v\u0103lul nop\u021bii rupi o stea:
O gu\u0219ti \u0219i-o scuipi c\u00e2nd str\u0103lucea.
Cu m\u00e2na b\u0103l\u0103cind \u00een und\u0103,
Strici luna rece \u0219i rotund\u0103.
Din valuri \u00ee\u021bi croie\u0219ti stihare,
Sc\u0103ld\u00e2ndu-te-n lumini de mare.
Culegi gr\u0103dinile de flori,
Le-nm\u0103nunchezi \u0219i le omori.
Te-nf\u0103\u0219uri \u00eentre corzi de harpe
\u0218i de viole mute, \u0219arpe!
\u0218i-n fiecarele din noi
\u0218tii s\u0103 strecori chei mici \u0219i moi.<\/p>\n
Diavole, jocul t\u0103u ajunge!
Pan te-a tr\u00e2ntit \u0219i-acum te-mpunge.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Vengeance<\/p>\n
A star you break from night’s veil pit
You taste it, when it shone, you spit
With hand splashing the ripple, soon
You ruin the cold, rounded moon.
From waves you tailor your verse free,
Bathing into the lights of sea.
You reap gardens by flowers filled,
You cluster them and then they’re killed.
You wrap yourself between harps’ strings
And mute violins, snake of beings!
And inside each of our soul
You know how to slip soft keys, small.<\/p>\n
Oh, Devil, your game now is damned!
Pan knocked you down and now you’re stabbed.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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9 Binecuv\u00eentare<\/p>\nDormi\u0163i, dormi\u0163i!
Hipnoza nop\u0163ii sufl\u0103 boare
\u00cen mu\u015fchii vo\u015ftri ve\u015fteji\u0163i
\u015ei m\u00e2ine ve\u0163i avea izvoare
Din spor, p\u0103m\u00e2ntul s\u0103-l stropi\u0163i
Cu bale c\u0103l\u0103toare.<\/p>\nDormi\u0163i, dormi\u0163i,
C\u0103ci legea o cite\u015fte cariul
C\u00e2nd voi sunte\u0163i \u00eencremeni\u0163i
\u015ei-n \u0163easta voastr\u0103-\u015fi zv\u00e2rl\u0103 zarul
Satan, cu ochii buim\u0103ci\u0163i.
Noroc! Fi\u0163i ferici\u0163i!<\/p>\nDormi\u0163i, dormi\u0163i,
\u00cen monarhia mineral\u0103,
Cu-obrajii, sterpi \u015fi g\u0103lbeji\u0163i,
Lipi\u0163i de carnea triumfal\u0103,
Cu care, mor\u0163i, v\u0103-nsufle\u0163i\u0163i
O zi \u015fi-o via\u0163\u0103 goal\u0103.<\/p>\nCei umili\u0163i \u00een trud\u0103 \u015fi-n r\u0103bdare,
Pribegii, robii \u015fi siha\u015ftrii,
B\u0103tu\u0163i de-a lunii v\u00e2n\u0103t\u0103 dogoare,
A\u015fteapt\u0103 stolul \u015foimilor alba\u015ftri.
Judec\u0103tori, st\u0103p\u00e2ni \u015fi-ndrept\u0103\u0163i\u0163i,
Voi sunte\u0163i be\u0163i. Dormi\u0163i, dormi\u0163i!<\/p>\n\u015ei \u00eensumi bine-v\u0103-cuv\u00e2nt.
C\u0103ci e nevoie pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt
S\u0103 v\u0103-nmul\u0163i\u0163i,
S\u0103 ne-ap\u0103sa\u0163i \u015fi s\u0103 ne-nl\u0103n\u0163ui\u0163i,
\u015ei veacuri oarbe s\u0103 cl\u0103di\u0163i,
Dormi\u0163i, dormi\u0163i!<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Benediction<\/p>\nSleep, sleep tight!
The trance of night a mild breeze whiff
Into your wilted muscles’ might
Tomorrow there will be headsprings
Plenty, to sprinkle the earth dried
With slobber tide.<\/p>\nSleep, sleep, strays!
For the scripture is read by woodworms
while you are stone sheepfold
And the dice is rolled in your skulls
by Satan, with bewildered gaze hold,
Good luck and happy days!<\/p>\nSleep, sleep in grace
In the mineral monarchy,
With barren colorless face,
Sealed to the triumphal flesh of thee
which enlivens your dead carcass
One day and one life aimless.<\/p>\nThose humbled in their toil, tenacity,
The wanderers, the slaves, the hermits,
Beaten by moon’s livid febrility
They wait for the blue hawks’ flights.
Judges, masters and the righteous deep,
You all are drunk. Sleep, sleep!<\/p>\nAnd I, myself, I bless your kind.
For it is needed on the land
To multiply,
To oppress and to chain our sky
And blind ages to edify
Sleep, sleep thereby!<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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10. Incertitudine<\/p>\n
\u00cemi at\u00e2rn\u0103 la fereastr\u0103
Iarba cerului, albastr\u0103,
Din care, pe mii de fire,
Curg luceferii-n ne\u015ftire.<\/p>\n
Sufletul, ca un burete,
Prinde lacrimile-ncete
Ale stelelor, pe r\u00e2nd,
Sticlind alb \u015fi tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
Scama triste\u0163elor mele
Se-ncurc\u0103 noaptea cu ele,
Genele lui Dumnezeu
Cad \u00een c\u0103limarul meu.<\/p>\n
Deschid cartea: cartea geme.
Caut vremea: nu e vreme.
A\u015f c\u00e2nta: nu c\u00e2nt \u015fi sunt
Parc-a\u015f fi \u015fi nu mai sunt.<\/p>\n
G\u00e2ndul meu al cui g\u00e2nd este?
\u00cen ce g\u00e2nd, \u00een ce poveste,
\u00cemi aduc aminte, poate,
C\u0103 f\u0103cui parte din toate?<\/p>\n
Scriu aci, uituc, plecat,
Ascult\u00e2nd glasul ciudat
Al mla\u015ftinii \u015fi livezii.
\u015ei semnez: Tudor Arghezi.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Uncertainty<\/p>\n
At my window to and fro
Sways the grass of heaven, blue,
On thousands of threads, ajar
Heedlessly flow evening stars.<\/p>\n
While my soul like a sponge drinks
The blinking of the slow tears,
Of the stars that one by one
Shivering white they have shone.<\/p>\n
Through my sorrows’ lint and hem
The night is tangled in them
The eyelashes of good God
Fall into my dark ink pot.<\/p>\n
I open the book: it groans taut.
Look for time, the time is not.
I’d sing: I don’t sing but soar
As if I were and I’m no more.<\/p>\n
My thought whose thought could it be?
In what thought and in what story,
I remember, maybe, I think
I was part of everything.<\/p>\n
I write here, distraught, inclined,
Listening to the strange sound
Of the swamp and orchard tree
And I sign: Tudor Arghezi.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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11. Ce plangi?<\/p>\n
Ce plangi, copilul meu? Ce-ti are
Sufletul? Te doare?
Senina ca un bob de roua,
Ar fi ca o podoaba noua,
Dar e o lacrima de turburare
Si mai cu seama locul ei ma doare.<\/p>\nEu, lacrima, de tine-o am ascuns,
Caci lacrimile nici nu-ntreaba, nici nu au raspuns,
Teama mi-a fost de lacrima ta, fata,
Si ea s-a ivit nasteptata.<\/p>\nDe unde a putut sa-nmugureasca?
Pricina ei o simt ca-I pamanteasca,
Dintr-un nisip, dintr-un prundis, dintr-un namol.
De nu as da de urma ei in gol.<\/p>\nCand a-nceput si lacrima de vita,
Ai plans sit u, suava mea domnita,
Si n-am avut sa banuiesc prilej
Ca s-a ranit o ramura de vrej.<\/p>\nMa doare ca-I sosita vremea lor,
A gandului si-a lacrimilor,
Fara sa vad ca fragedul san mic
Creste tiptil in cuibul lui de borangic.<\/p>\nObrazul sarutat de mine,
Acum primeste acrima, mai bine.
Vioaia ploapa, deodata trista,
Cata la drum sit ace in batista.<\/p>\nPapusile, povestile cum au trecut
De n-am stiut si nu am priceput?<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Why cry?<\/p>\nWhy cry, my child? Why ache in vain?
Your soul is it in pain?
As a dewdrop serene and clear,
It’d be like an adornment dear,
But it’s a tear of grief and sadness
And most of all it pains me its place.<\/p>\nTo you no sign of tears I’ve ever gave,
For tears don’t ask nor answer ever have,
Afraid I was of your tear, my girl,
Yet unexpected it appeared, a pearl,<\/p>\nWhere from it could have rose?
I feel that it is earthly its cause.
From sand, from pebble, from some mud.
Only not to find in vain its bud.<\/p>\nWhen the vine a first tear has cried,
You also cried, my gentle child,
I had no reason to suspect
That a twig from a stem may hurt.<\/p>\nIt pains me that their time has arrived,
Of thought and tears wide
Without seeing how the small breast
It slowly grew in its silky nest.<\/p>\nThe cheek by me so often kissed,
Welcomes now better the tears.
The lively eyelid, suddenly crushed,
Looks at the road, with a cloth being hushed.<\/p>\nThe dolls, the stories, how they have passed
So I knew not nor did I forecast?<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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12. Bine si rau<\/p>\n\u00centre nadejde trista si-ndoiala,
Te-am cautat prin bolta siderala.
Te-am cautat pe unde si neunde
\u00ceti banuiam faptura ca se-ascunde.
Te cautam \u00een tainica ta lipsa
Prin Testamente si Apocalipsa.
Sa fi ramas un loc nemaiumblat
Pe unde nu te-am cautat?
C\u00eend socoteam ca te-am gasit,
Se si-nalta \u00een dreptul tau un zid.
Simtindu-te zv\u00eecnind \u00een radacini
Te mai simteam \u00een spice si-n tulpini.
Te-am si c\u00eentat pe corzi, si noi si sparte,
Si peste vieti si peste moarte.
Tu ram\u00eeneai mereu departe.
Auzul tau nu vrea s-auda
C\u00eentec de nai, de cobza si-alauta?
\u00centr-o-nserare, \u00een sf\u00eersit,
Mi se paruse ca te-as fi zarit
\u00cen mantia de aur a unui asfintit,
Prinz\u00eendu-ti-o, t\u00eer\u00eeta prin tar\u00eena.
Mi-a si ramas un ciucure \u00een m\u00eena
Si l-am v\u00eer\u00eet \u00een s\u00een, ca un pribeag
Un bun de furtisag.
Da-mi voie, negasita aratare,
Sa-ti pui acum o veche \u00eentrebare:
Ca ai facut at\u00eetea frumuseti blajine,
Fara-ndoiala, multumescu-ti bine,
Cladiri de piscuri, cuiburi de izvoare,
Timpuri si valuri calatoare
Si oamenii \u00een sarbatoare;
Barbati viteji, domnite la harpa si la furca.
Mut\u00eend pe strune m\u00eena, fuiorul c\u00eend se-ncurca.<\/p>\nDar, mare-aprinzatorule de stele,
Cum de-ai facut si-at\u00eetea lucruri rele?<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
Good and bad<\/p>\n
Between the sad hope and the untrue,
I’ve looked for you through the sidereal blue.
I’ve looked for you there and nowhere
Suspecting that you would be hiding there.
I’ve looked for you in your mystic miss
Through Testaments and through Apocalypse.
Could it be left some unbeaten lot
Where for you I was searching not?
While sure that I’ve found you at last,
A wall surrounding you was cast.
While feeling you pulsating in the roots
I also felt you in the corn and in the sprouts.
I sang to you on strings, untouched or crushed,
And over lives, and over death dust.
But always you stayed away hushed.
Your hearing doesn’t want to sink in
The song of panpipes, lute, and violin?
At last, one blessed twilight hue
I thought I’d have a glimpse of you
In a dusk’s golden cloak anew.
Catching it, dragged across the land
A fringe’d been left into my hand
And in my bosom, like a wanderer, I’d hid
A stolen thing.
Allow me, unperceived fairy,
To ask you now an old query.
For all the gentle beauties that you do
Without a doubt, so very well I thank you,
Mountains\u2019 peaks, springs’ nests to build
Traveling times and waves to shield
People at feasts on field.
Brave men, sweet girls with harp or the distaff to handle.
Moving their hand on strings, or the tow when it’s tangled.<\/p>\nBut you, the greatest kindler of star beads
How come you also did so many bad deeds?<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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13. Cale fr\u00eent\u0103<\/p>\n
De c\u00eend m-alese via\u021ba drept martor \u0219i drept sol,
Prinz\u00eendu-\u015fi o sc\u00eenteie de insul meu de fum,
\u0218i-a hot\u0103r\u00eet din vatra t\u0103cerii s\u0103 m\u0103 scol,
Mi-a tras cu tibi\u015firul prin r\u00eepi \u0219i st\u00eenci un drum.<\/p>\n
M-am \u00eencrezut \u00eentr-\u00eensa supus ca de-o menire,
Dar viscolui \u0219i v\u00eentul drumeacul mi l-a \u0219ters,
\u0218i m-am sim\u021bit mai singur, str\u0103in \u00een omenire,
Cu o catapeteasm\u0103, \u00een drum, de univers.<\/p>\n
Uitat \u00eentre p\u0103m\u00eenturi \u0219i ceruri, \u00een str\u00eemtoare,
Nu mai \u0219tiam cunoa\u0219te nici calea nici solia
\u0218i-am dobor\u00eet cu pumnii \u0219i umerii stihia.<\/p>\n
C\u0103ci c\u0103ut\u00eend odihn\u0103 \u0219i duhului repaos,
Intram prin constela\u021bii \u0219i negur\u0103 \u00een haos.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Broken path<\/p>\n
Since life chose me to be a witness and a herald,
Enkindling a sparkle inside my self of smoke,
To get up from the heart of silence it enabled
And outlined my path through the ravines of rock.<\/p>\n
I trusted it docile as in fatality,
Yet the blizzard and wind wiped cruelly my array,
And I felt lonelier, lost from humanity,
A universe iconostasis on the way.<\/p>\n
Between earth and heaven, forgotten, tightly,
I no longer discerned neither path nor the quest
And with my fists and shoulders I defeated the tempest.<\/p>\n
For seeking ease and to my unrested spirit repose,
Through constellations and fog, I’ve entered chaos.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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14. Psalm VI<\/p>\n
Te dr\u0103muiesc \u00een zgomot \u015fi-n t\u0103cere
\u015ei te p\u00e2ndesc \u00een timp, ca pe v\u00e2nat,
S\u0103 v\u0103d: e\u015fti \u015foimul meu cel c\u0103utat?
S\u0103 te ucid? Sau s\u0103-ngenunchi a cere.<\/p>\n
Pentru credin\u0163\u0103 sau pentru tagad\u0103,
Te caut darz \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 de folos.
E\u015fti visul meu, din toate, cel frumos
\u015ei nu-ndr\u0103znesc s\u0103 te dobor din cer gr\u0103mad\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ca-n oglindirea unui drum de ap\u0103,
Pari c\u00e2nd a fi, pari c\u00e2nd ca nu mai e\u015fti;
Te-ntrez\u0103rii \u00een stele, printre pe\u015fti,
Ca taurul s\u0103lbatec c\u00e2nd se adap\u0103.<\/p>\n
Singuri, acum \u00een marea ta poveste,
R\u0103m\u00e2n cu tine s\u0103 m\u0103 mai m\u0103sor,
F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vreau s\u0103 ies biruitor.
Vreau sa pipai si sa urlu “Este!”<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Psalm VI<\/p>\n
In noise and quiet, wisely, you I weigh
I lurk around, in time, as if you’re hunted,
To understand: are you my falcon wanted?
Should I kill you? Or should I kneel to pray.<\/p>\n
For loyalty or for disavowal, thought
I’m looking for you boldly, in vain.
You are my most beautiful dream, to gain,
To knock you down from heaven I dare not.<\/p>\n
Like the mirage of water on the road,
You seem sometimes to be and sometimes not
I glimpsed you in the stars, among the trout,
Like the wild bull thirsty to water bowed.<\/p>\n
Alone now, you and I in our tryst,
To measure myself against you, it’s time
Without the will to conquer nor to chime
I want to touch you and to shout: “He does exist”!<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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15. Dormi?<\/p>\n
Dormi, sufletul meu? te-ai culcat?
Ploua si singur mi s-a ur\u00eet.
Vreau sa nu te supar.
Te-am vazut citind la lampa
Si n-am bagat de seama
C\u00e2nd ai \u00eenchis oblonul din gradina,
Tarcat cu dungi egale de lumina.<\/p>\nAm batut \u00eencet \u00een fereastra
Si iar am batut, mai tare,
Si am intrat \u00een \u00eencaperea ta.
Curata r\u00eenduiala!
Cartea sta deschisa la pagina alba:
Toate paginile cartii erau albe.
Ce citeai tu \u00eentr-o carte fara slove?<\/p>\nPatul era nedesfacut.
Cearsaful nou, perina proaspata.
Unde ai plecat?
Unde umbli noaptea singuratec?
\u00cencaltamintea ti-este neatinsa.
Nu e gunoi la tine.
Te-mbraci \u00een camasa de piatra
Si te \u00eencingi cu funie de-argint.
Tu n-ai nici sudoare,
Nici praf, nici scuipat.<\/p>\nUn ac \u00eemi \u00eenglodeste inima strapunsa,
Medicule fara de prihana.
Sau e un cui de la Crucificat
Sau un ghimpe din cununa lui.
Vindeca-ma, suflete.
Vin-acasa, suflete.
Adu leacuri, suflete.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Do you sleep?<\/p>\n
Do you sleep, my soul? did you go to sleep?
It’s raining and to be alone I hate.
I don’t want you to be upset.
I saw you reading at the lamp
And I didn’t observe
When did you close the garden blind?
Streaked with equal strips of light.<\/p>\nI knocked slowly at the window
And again, harder, I knocked,
And I came inside your room.
Clear tidiness!
The book stands open at the white page:
All the pages of the book were white.
What were you reading in a wordless book?<\/p>\nThe bed was unopened.
The sheet new, the pillow fresh.
Where did you go?
Where do you wander lonely at night?
Your shoes are untouched.
There is no trash at you.
You dress the stone shirt
And you girdle with a silver rope.
You have not sweat,
Neither dust, nor spit.<\/p>\nA needle muddied my pierced heart,
Guileless doctor.
Or it’s a nail from the Crucified
Or a thorn from his crown.
Heal me, soul.
Come home, soul.
Bring cures, soul.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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16. Oseminte pierdute<\/p>\n
Iubirea noastr\u0103 a murit aici.
Tu frunz\u0103 cazi, tu creang\u0103 te ridici.<\/p>\nAt\u00e2t amar de ani e de atunci!
Glicin\u0103 tu, tu florile-\u0163i arunci.<\/p>\nA mai venit de-atuncea s\u0103 v\u0103 asculte,
Voi plopi ad\u00e2nci, cu voci \u015fi \u015foapte multe?<\/p>\nVoi a\u0163i r\u0103mas \u00eentor\u015fi tot spre apus,
Voi cre\u015fte\u0163i to\u0163i de-a pururea \u00een sus.<\/p>\nN-o mai z\u0103ri\u0163i, din v\u00e2rfuri, nic\u0103ieri?
\u015eti\u0163i voi ce vorb\u0103 este vorba “ieri”?<\/p>\nLa poart\u0103, umbr-aceluia\u015fi \u015ftejar,
M\u0103 rog, intr\u00e2nd de domnul gr\u0103dinar.<\/p>\nF\u00e2nt\u00e2na curge, ca \u015fi-atunci, mereu,
Tu curgi, f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103, pe trecutul meu.<\/p>\n\u015ei toate sunt precum le-am cunoscut,
R\u0103mase-a\u015fa, ca dintr-un \u00eenceput.<\/p>\nI-am spus c\u0103 vreau s\u0103 caut un morm\u00e2nt,
Pe care l-am s\u0103pat, de mult, c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n\u015ei mi-a r\u0103spuns c\u0103 nu e \u00een gr\u0103dina lui.
E-adev\u0103rat. Nu este morm\u00e2ntul nim\u0103nui.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Lost reliquiae<\/p>\n
Our love has died right here, right here, right here.
You, leaf, you fall. You, branch, you rise as seer.<\/p>\nIt’s been ages and ages ever since.
Wisteria, you, you throw your flowers wince.<\/p>\nDid she return to listen to your thoughts?
You, deep poplars, with voices, whispers lots?<\/p>\nYou have remained turned towards west therefor.
You all grow up on high forevermore.<\/p>\nDon’t you see her anywhere, astray?
Do you know what means the word “yesterday”?<\/p>\nAt gate the shadow of the same oak tree,
I beg the gardener when I come to see.<\/p>\nThe fountain flows, as always, as then,
You, fountain, flow, upon my past, time and again.<\/p>\nAnd everything is as I knew them once
Remaining still, from the beginning thus.<\/p>\nI told him that I’m looking for a grave,
Which I dug long ago, with singing crave.<\/p>\nHe answered that it isn’t in his care.
It was true. This grave is nobody’s and nowhere.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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17. De-abia plecasesi<\/p>\n
De-abia plecase\u015fi. Te-am rugat s\u0103 pleci.
Te urm\u0103ream de-a lungul molatecii poteci,
P\u00e2n-ai pierit, la cap\u0103t, prin trifoi.
Nu te-ai uitat o dat\u0103 \u00eenapoi!<\/p>\n
\u0162i-as fi f\u0103cut un semn, dup\u0103 plecare,
Dar ce-i un semn din umbr\u0103-n dep\u0103rtare?<\/p>\n
Voiam s\u0103 pleci, voiam \u015fi s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i.
Ai ascultat de g\u00e2ndul ce-l dint\u00e2i.
Nu te oprise g\u00e2ndul f\u0103r\u0103 glas.
De ce-ai plecat? De ce-ai mai fi r\u0103mas?<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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You had just left<\/p>\n
You had just left. I begged of you to leave.
I followed you along the path unweave,
Until you vanished, through the clover track
You never looked; not once did you look back!<\/p>\n
I would have waved to you after you left,
But afar off what’s a shadow sign deft.<\/p>\n
I wanted you to leave, also to stay.
My first thought you decided to obey.
The voiceless thought to stop you never did.
Why did you leave? And why would you have stayed?<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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18. Marile taceri<\/p>\n
La geamul sufletului tau
Se-ngramadesc parerile de rau.
Le uiti un timp, dar ele se aduna
Si se soptesc alaturi impreuna.<\/p>\n
Voiai sa uiti de tot, sa uiti de toate,
Si, incercind, vazusi ca nu se poate.
Sa fie leac? Sa ti-l aduca cine?
Ca mortile, si ele, se-ngramadesc in tine.<\/p>\n
Si lacrima-i amara,
O lacrima de roua si-o lacrima de ceara.
Ca am aprins in geam o luminare
Si-o candela, la ce-a mai fost si doare.<\/p>\n
Au tremurat ca doua stele,
Intr-o-nginare muta intre ele,
Mihnirilor si vietilor trecute,
Rabdate pe tacute.<\/p>\n
De cite ori, traite, ai murit?
Mihnirile ascunse le-ncepi si n-au sfirsit.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
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The great silences<\/p>\n
At the window of your soul
the remorses pile up all.
For a while you forget them, but they gather
And together whisper one another.<\/p>\n
You wanted to forget all things at once,
yet trying you saw that you can’t stand a chance.
Is it a cure? Will bring it to you who?
The deaths themselves, they pile up in you.<\/p>\n
And bitter is the tear,
One tear of dew, another of wax smear
For in the window, I lit a candle and
An icon lamp for all that was and pained.<\/p>\n
They shivered like two stars,
Silently intertwining flares,
To sorrows, to the lives which passed
Enduring hushed.<\/p>\n
How many times, life dweller, have you died?
You start the hidden sorrows and there’s no end to find.<\/p>\n\u00a0<\/p>\n
traducere, M. M. Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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