{"id":10652,"date":"2022-01-15T23:10:54","date_gmt":"2022-01-15T21:10:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10652"},"modified":"2022-01-15T23:10:57","modified_gmt":"2022-01-15T21:10:57","slug":"mihai-eminescu-the-greatest-unknown-romantic-of-europe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10652","title":{"rendered":"MIHAI EMINESCU, the greatest Unknown Romantic of Europe"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-10653\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/emin-250x250.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"250\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/emin-250x250.jpg 250w, https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/emin-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">MIHAI EMINESCU, the greatest Unknown Romantic of Europe&#8230;15.01.1850 &#8211; 15.06.1889<\/p>\n<p><br \/>GLOSSA<\/p>\n<p>Days go past, and days come still,<br \/>All is old and all is new,<br \/>What is well and what is ill,<br \/>You imagine and construe<br \/>Do not hope and do not fear,<br \/>Waves that leap like waves must fall;<br \/>Should they praise or should they jeer,<br \/>Look but coldly on it all.<\/p>\n<p>Things you&#8217;ll meet of many a kind,<br \/>Sights and sounds, and tales no end,<br \/>But to keep them all in mind<br \/>Who would bother to attend?&#8230;<br \/>Very little does it matter,<br \/>If you can yourself fulfill,<br \/>That with idle, empty chatter<br \/>Days go past and days come still.<\/p>\n<p><br \/>Little heed the lofty ranging<br \/>That cold logic does display<br \/>To explain the endless changing<br \/>Of this pageantry of joy,<br \/>And which out of death is growing<br \/>But to last an hour or two;<br \/>For the mind profoundly knowing<br \/>All is old and all is new.<\/p>\n<p><br \/>As before some troupe of actors,<br \/>You before the world remain;<br \/>Act they Gods, or malefactors,<br \/>&#8216;Tis but they dressed up again.<br \/>And their loving and their slaying,<br \/>Sit apart and watch, until<br \/>You will see behind their playing<br \/>What is well and what is ill.<\/p>\n<p><br \/>What has been and what to be<br \/>Are but of a page each part<br \/>Which the world to read is free.<br \/>Yet who knows them off by heart?<br \/>All that was and is to come<br \/>Prospers in the present too,<br \/>But its narrow modicum<br \/>You imagine and construe.<\/p>\n<p><br \/>With the selfsame scales and gauges<br \/>This great universe to weigh,<br \/>Man has been for thousand ages<br \/>Sometimes sad and sometimes gay;<br \/>Other masks, the same old story,<br \/>Players pass and reappear,<br \/>Broken promises of glory;<br \/>Do not hope and do not fear.<\/p>\n<p><br \/>Do not hope when greed is staring<br \/>O&#8217;er the bridge that luck has flung,<br \/>These are fools for not despairing,<br \/>On their brows though stars are hung;<br \/>Do not fear if one or other<br \/>Does his comrades deep enthral,<br \/>Do not let him call you brother,<br \/>Waves that leap like waves must fall.<\/p>\n<p><br \/>Like the sirens&#8217; silver singing<br \/>Men spread nets to catch their prey,<br \/>Up and down the curtain swinging<br \/>Midst a whirlwind of display.<br \/>Leave them room without resistance,<br \/>Nor their commentaries cheer,<br \/>Hearing only from a distance,<br \/>Should they praise or should they jeer.<\/p>\n<p><br \/>If they touch you, do not tarry,<br \/>Should they curse you, hold your tongue,<br \/>All your counsel must miscarry<br \/>Knowing who you are among.<br \/>Let them muse and let them mingle,<br \/>Let them pass both great and small;<br \/>Unattached and calm and single,<br \/>Look but coldly on it all.<\/p>\n<p><br \/>Look but coldly on it all,<br \/>Should they praise or should they jeer;<br \/>Waves that leap like waves must fall,<br \/>Do not hope and do not fear.<br \/>You imagine and construe<br \/>What is well and what is ill;<br \/>All is old and all is new,<br \/>Days go past and days come still.<\/p>\n<p><br \/>MIHAI EMINESCU<\/p>\n<p>Translated by<br \/>CORNELIU M. 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