{"id":10591,"date":"2021-12-23T11:15:53","date_gmt":"2021-12-23T09:15:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10591"},"modified":"2021-12-23T11:15:55","modified_gmt":"2021-12-23T09:15:55","slug":"nicolae-labis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10591","title":{"rendered":"NICOLAE LABIS"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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NICOLAE LABIS (2.12.1935-22.12.1956)<\/p>\n


1. Am iubit…<\/p>\n


Am iubit de c\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u015ftiu
Cerul verii, str\u0103veziu,
Despletitele r\u0103chite,
Curcubeiele pe st\u00e2nci
Ori p\u0103durile ad\u00e2nci
Sub ger alb \u00eencremenite.
Mi-a fost drag pe b\u0103r\u0103gane
S\u0103 v\u0103d fetele morgane
Ori pe crestele din munte
Joc de tr\u0103snete rotunde,
Scurgerea cocorilor,
Pacea \u00een\u0103l\u0163imilor,
Seme\u0163ia pinilor
Plini de scama norilor.<\/p>\n


Am iubit iubirea pur\u0103,
Floare ro\u015fie pe gur\u0103
\u015ei \u00een inim\u0103 arsur\u0103,
\u00cen priviri z\u0103pezi candide
\u015ei-n piept voci necontenite.<\/p>\n


M-a \u00eenfiorat ades
Tot ce g\u00e2ndurile \u0163es:
Pe al filelor polei
Dansuri repezi, leg\u0103nate,
De pe arcuri \u00eenstrunate,
S\u0103getarea de idei…<\/p>\n


Toat\u0103-aceast\u0103 m\u0103re\u0163ie
Ne-a fost dat\u0103 din vecie…<\/p>\n

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I loved…<\/p>\n


Since I’ve known myself, I’ve loved
Summer sky, translucent, craved
The disheveled willow trees,
Rainbows shining on the rocks
Or the deep woods’ dewy drops
frozen in the white frost tease.
I loved on the fields the twirls
To see the morgana girls
Or on mountain ridges wing
dance of rounded lightning,
Cranes in their serene flights
Peace and dignity of heights,
Haughty pine trees up to sky
In the fluff of clouds too high<\/p>\n


I loved the pure love unsaid
On the mouth a flower red
In the heart a burning thread.
Candid snow in eyes rejoice
In chest never-ending voice.<\/p>\n


Oft I shuddered in believe
Everything that thoughts could weave:
On the whiteness of a page
Fast and weaving dances winged
From the thinking arches stringed
Arrowed by ideas’ sage…<\/p>\n


All this greatness since its dawn
It’s been given us from aeon…<\/p>\n

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2. Moartea caprioarei<\/p>\n

Seceta a ucis orice boare de v\u00e2nt.
Soarele s-a topit \u015fi a curs pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
A r\u0103mas cerul fierbinte \u015fi gol.
Ciuturile scot din f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 n\u0103mol.
Peste p\u0103duri tot mai des focuri, focuri
Danseaz\u0103 s\u0103lbatice, satanice jocuri.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 iau dup\u0103 tata la deal printre t\u00e2r\u015furi,
\u015ei brazii m\u0103 zg\u00e2rie, r\u0103i \u015fi usca\u0163i.
Pornim am\u00e2ndoi v\u00e2n\u0103toarea de capre,
V\u00e2n\u0103toarea foametei \u00een mun\u0163ii Carpa\u0163i.
Setea m\u0103 n\u0103ruie. Fierbe pe piatr\u0103
Firul de ap\u0103 prelins din ci\u015fmea.
T\u00e2mpla apas\u0103 pe um\u0103r. P\u0103\u015fesc ca pe-o alt\u0103
Planet\u0103, imens\u0103, str\u0103in\u0103 \u015fi grea.<\/p>\n

A\u015ftept\u0103m \u00eentr-un loc unde \u00eenc\u0103 mai sun\u0103,
Din strunele undelor line, izvoarele.
C\u00e2nd va sc\u0103p\u0103ta soarele, c\u00e2nd va lic\u0103ri luna,
Aici vor veni \u00een \u015firag s\u0103 se-adape
Una c\u00e2te una c\u0103prioarele.<\/p>\n

Spun tatii c\u0103 mi-i sete \u015fi-mi face semn s\u0103 tac.
Ame\u0163itoare ap\u0103, ce limpede te clatini!
M\u0103 simt legat prin sete de vietatea care va muri
La ceas oprit de lege \u015fi de datini.<\/p>\n

Cu fo\u015fnet ve\u015ftejit r\u0103sufl\u0103 valea.
Ce-ngrozitoare \u00eenserare plute\u015fte-n univers!
Pe zare curge s\u00e2nge \u015fi pieptul mi-i ro\u015fu, de parc\u0103
M\u00e2inile pline de s\u00e2nge pe piept mi le-am \u015fters.<\/p>\n

Ca pe-un altar ard ferigi cu fl\u0103c\u0103ri vine\u0163ii,
\u015ei stelele uimite clipir\u0103 printre ele.
Vai, cum a\u015f vrea s\u0103 nu mai vii, s\u0103 nu mai vii,
Frumoas\u0103 jertf\u0103 a p\u0103durii mele!<\/p>\n

Ea s-ar\u0103t\u0103 s\u0103lt\u00e2nd \u015fi se opri
Privind \u00een jur c-un fel de team\u0103,
\u015ei n\u0103rile-i sub\u0163iri \u00eenfiorar\u0103 apa
Cu cercuri lunecoase de aram\u0103.<\/p>\n

Sticlea \u00een ochii-i umezi ceva nel\u0103murit,
\u015etiam c\u0103 va muri \u015fi c-o s-o doar\u0103.
Mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 retr\u0103iesc un mit
Cu fata pref\u0103cut\u0103-n c\u0103prioar\u0103.
De sus, lumina palid\u0103, lunar\u0103,
Cernea pe blana-i cald\u0103 flori stinse de cire\u015f.
Vai, cum doream ca pentru-nt\u00e2ia oar\u0103
B\u0103taia pu\u015ftii tatii s\u0103 dea gre\u015f!<\/p>\n

Dar v\u0103ile vuir\u0103. C\u0103zut\u0103 \u00een genunchi,
\u00ce\u015fi ridicase capul, \u00eel cl\u0103tin\u0103 spre stele,
\u00cel pr\u0103v\u0103li apoi, st\u00e2rnind pe ap\u0103
Fugare roiuri negre de m\u0103rgele.
O pas\u0103re albastr\u0103 zv\u00e2cnise dintre ramuri,
\u015ei via\u0163a c\u0103prioarei spre z\u0103rile t\u00e2rzii
Zburase lin, cu \u0163ip\u0103t, ca p\u0103s\u0103rile toamna
C\u00e2nd las\u0103 cuiburi sure \u015fi pustii.
\u00cempleticit m-am dus \u015fi i-am \u00eenchis
Ochii umbro\u015fi, trist str\u0103jui\u0163i de coarne,
\u015ei-am tres\u0103rit t\u0103cut \u015fi alb c\u00e2nd tata
Mi-a \u015fuierat cu bucurie: – Avem carne!<\/p>\n

Spun tatii c\u0103 mi-i sete \u015fi-mi face semn s\u0103 beau.
Ame\u0163itoare ap\u0103, ce-ntunecat te clatini!
M\u0103 simt legat prin sete de vietatea care a murit
La ceas oprit de lege \u015fi de datini…
Dar legea ni-i de\u015fart\u0103 \u015fi str\u0103in\u0103
C\u00e2nd via\u0163a-n noi cu greu se mai anin\u0103,
Iar datina \u015fi mila sunt de\u015farte,
C\u00e2nd soru-mea-i fl\u0103m\u00e2nd\u0103, bolnav\u0103 \u015fi pe moarte.<\/p>\n

Pe-o nar\u0103 pu\u015fca tatii scoate fum.
Vai f\u0103r\u0103 v\u00e2nt alearg\u0103 frunzarele duium!
\u00cenal\u0163\u0103 tata foc \u00eenfrico\u015fat.
Vai, c\u00e2t de mult p\u0103durea s-a schimbat!
Din ierburi prind \u00een m\u00e2ini f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftiu
Un clopo\u0163el cu clinchet argintiu…
De pe frigare tata scoate-n unghii
Inima c\u0103prioarei \u015fi r\u0103runchii.<\/p>\n

Ce-i inim\u0103? Mi-i foame! Vreau s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc, \u015fi-a\u015f vrea…
Tu, iart\u0103-m\u0103, fecioar\u0103 – tu, c\u0103prioara mea!
Mi-i somn. Ce nalt \u00eei focul! \u015ei codrul, ce ad\u00e2nc!
Pl\u00e2ng. Ce g\u00e2nde\u015fte tata? M\u0103n\u00e2nc \u015fi pl\u00e2ng. M\u0103n\u00e2nc!<\/p>\n

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Death of the doe<\/p>\n

The drought smothered the wind until its last breath,
The sun melted and dripped overflowing the earth,
Remained only the sky burning and empty flood,
From the wells buckets pull out not water, but mud.
Over the woods more often fires and fires,
Dancing with wild, satanic flame spires.

I follow my father uphill through the bushes,
And the fir-trees are scratching me, wicked and blunt
Together we start the hunting of deer,
The hunt of starvation in Carpathians’ mount.
Thirst overwhelms me. Sizzles on rock stones
The trickle of water dripping from the fount.
My temple presses the shoulder. I feel like I’m walking
On some planet unknown and heavy, distant.<\/p>\n

We’re waiting in a spot where there are still chiming,
From the chords of smooth waves, the flows.
When the sun will go down when the moon will be shining
Here will come in a string to the water
One by one the does.<\/p>\n

I tell father I’m thirsty, he signs me to be still.
You, astounding water, you’re quivering so quiet!
I feel I’m bound through thirst with the creature that’ll die
Against the law and so against the rite.<\/p>\n

With withered rustle the valley is breathing.
What a terrible evening floats above the world!
Blood flows on the horizon and my chest is scarlet, as if
I wiped my hands full of blood on my chest cold.<\/p>\n

Like on the altar ferns in purple flames
And stars astonished blinked between themselves,
Oh, how I wish you’d come no more, you’d come no more,
You, lovely sacrifice of my wood\u2019s realms.<\/p>\n

With leaping steps, she came and stopped
Looking around as if with fear
Her gentle nostrils shuddered the water
With slippery brass circles mere.<\/p>\n

Something obscure gleamed within her wet eyesight.
I knew she’ll die, that she’ll suffer, I knew.
I felt as if living again the myth
Of the sweet maiden turned into a doe.
Up from above, the pale moonlight,
Was snowing on her warm fur faded cherry tree blooms
Oh, how I wished that for the first time, at sight
My father’s rifle to misfire fumes.<\/p>\n

But the valleys rumbled. Fallen to her knees,
She raised her head, towards the stars she leaned
And fell into the water, stirring with grace and ease
Ephemeral black swarms of pearl beads keened.
A blue bird has twitched between the branches,
And the soul of the doe towards infinite crest
Took gentle flight, with screaming, as birds feather the fall
When they leave sad and empty their nest.
Stumbling I went and closed her shady eyes
Her eyes, guarded by horns in sad defeat
I shuddered silently and white when father
Hissed rejoicingly to me: – We have meat!<\/p>\n

I tell father I’m thirsty, he signs me I can drink.
You, astounding water, you’re quivering in fright!
I feel I’m bound through thirst with the creature that died
Against the law and so against the rite.<\/p>\n

But law is useless and to us unknown
When our life is hardly our own.
And rite, and mercy are at useless length
When my sister is hungry, and ill, and near death.<\/p>\n

The rifle of my father lets out smoke.
Alas, the leaves without wind are rustling amok!
My father builds a scary fire estranged
Alas, how much the woods have changed.
From weeds I pick, not knowing, with no blink
A little flower with a silver clink…
With fingernails, my father sets apart
From the skewer, the doe’s being and her heart.<\/p>\n

What is it, heart? I’m hungry! I want to live, I want…
You, to forgive me, maiden, – you, the doe of my heart!
Sleepy. How high’s the fire! And the forest, how deep!
I weep. What’s father thinking? I eat and weep. I eat!<\/p>\n

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3. Pasarea cu clont de rubin<\/p>\n


Pas\u0103rea cu clon\u021b de rubin
S-a r\u0103zbunat, iat-o, s-a r\u0103zbunat.
Nu mai pot s-o m\u00e2ng\u00e2i.<\/p>\n


M-a strivit,
Pas\u0103rea cu clon\u021b de rubin,
Iar m\u00e2ine
Puii p\u0103s\u0103rii cu clon\u021b de rubin,
Ciugulind prin \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103,
Vor g\u0103si poate
Urmele poetului Nicolae Labi\u0219
Care va r\u0103m\u00e2ne o amintire frumoas\u0103.<\/p>\n

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The bird with the ruby beak<\/p>\n


The bird with the beak of ruby
Has avenged herself, look, has avenged herself.
I can caress her no more.<\/p>\n


She has crushed me,
The bird with the beak of ruby,
And tomorrow
The chicks of the bird with the beak of ruby,
While nibbling through the dust,
Shall perhaps find
Traces of poet Nicolae Labi\u015f,
By then a beautiful memory…<\/p>\n

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4. Noi nu<\/p>\n


O parte din noi ne-am \u00eenvins
Gre\u0219eala, minciuna \u0219i groaza,
Dar e drum, mai e drum necuprins
P\u00e2n\u0103-n zarea ce-\u0219i leag\u0103n\u0103 oaza.
Genera\u021bii secate se sting,
Tinerii r\u00e2d c\u0103tre stelele reci.
Cine-\u0219i va pierde credin\u021ba-n izb\u00e2nd\u0103
Pe-aceste mereu mi\u0219c\u0103toare poteci?<\/p>\n


Cine din noi va muri
\u00cenainte ca trupu-i s\u0103 moar\u0103?
Cine-o s\u0103-\u0219i lepede inima-n colb
Insuportabil de mare povara?
Ca un v\u00e2nt r\u0103u, ori ca o insult\u0103
\u00centrebarea prin r\u00e2nduri trecu.
Ascult\u0103, ascult\u0103, ascult\u0103!
Noi, nu! Niciodat\u0103! Noi, nu!<\/p>\n

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We won’t<\/p>\n


Some of us have really defeated
Our fault, our lies and dread,
But there is still road uncompleted
To the sky that swings its spread.
Dried generations are dying out,
Young people laugh to the cold stars.
Who will lose faith in triumph, who’ll doubt?
On these ever-moving paths?<\/p>\n


Who among us will die
Before his body has died?
Who will throw his heart in the dust
Unbearable heavy freight?
Like a bad wind, or like a mad frisson
The question went through the lot
Listen and listen and listen!
We won’t! Never ever! We won’t!<\/p>\n

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5. Primele iubiri<\/p>\n


Azi, iata, am vazut un curcubeu
Deasupra lumii sufletului meu.
Vin cerbii mei in goana sa se-adune
Si catra el privirile-si tintesc –
Un codru nesfarsit de coarne brune
in care mii de stele stralucesc.
Sosind din dunga zarii de argint
Vin pasarile-mi mari de sarbatoare
Si-nchipuiesc pe ceruri, falfaind,
Un ocean de aripi miscatoare;
intreaga lume-a sufletului, vie,
Palpita-ntr-o frenetica betie.<\/p>\n


Azi sunt indragostit.
E-un curcubeu
Deasupra lumii sufletului meu.
Izvoarele s-au luminat si suna
Oglinzile ritmandu-si-ie-n dans,
Si brazii mei vuiesc fara furtuna
intr-un ametitor, sonor balans,
in vii vibreaza struguri stravezii
Cristalurile cantecelor grele –
Si stropi scaparatori de melodii
Ca roua nasc in ierburile mele.
Eu curg intreg in acest cantec sfant:
Eu nu mai sunt, e-un cantec tot ce sunt.<\/p>\n

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First loves<\/p>\n


Today, look, I have seen a rainbow, whole
above the universe of my own soul.
All my deers come racing one another,
they look upon him with a staring gaze-
an endless woodland of brown horns together
where thousands of stars celestially blaze.
Arriving from the silver lining sky
My celebrative birds coming in swing
and, fluttering, they build on heaven, high,
a moving ocean as a waving wing.
The whole world of my soul, vivaciously,
trembles in a frenetic ecstasy.<\/p>\n


Today I am in love.
A rainbow, whole
above the universe of my own soul.
The springs are all enlightened and they chime
moving their mirrors in a rhythmic dance,
and my fir-trees roar without storming time
in an astounding, resonant balance,
in vineyards vibrate the pellucid grapes
The crystals of the heavy tuned reverbs-
And drops of scintillating lyric shapes
like morning dew are born into my herbs.
I fully flow throughout this holy anthem:
I am no more. A song is all I am.<\/p>\n

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traducere, M. M. Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[40],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10591","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-romanian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10591","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10591"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10591\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10593,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10591\/revisions\/10593"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10591"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10591"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10591"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}