{"id":5752,"date":"2016-01-15T09:21:13","date_gmt":"2016-01-15T07:21:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=5752"},"modified":"2016-01-15T09:21:59","modified_gmt":"2016-01-15T07:21:59","slug":"vivat-crescat-floreat-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=5752","title":{"rendered":"Vivat! Crescat! Floreat!"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Happy birthday, Mihai Eminescu! (15.01.1850-15.06.1889)<\/p>\n

GLOSSA \/ Gloss<\/p>\n

Vreme trece, vreme vine,
\nToate-s vechi si noua toate,
\nCe e rau si ce e bine
\nTu te-ntreaba si socoate;
\nNu spera si nu ai teama,
\nCe e val ca valul trece;
\nDe te-ndeamna, de te cheama,
\nTu ramai la toate rece.<\/p>\n

Multe trec pe dinainte,
\nIn auz ne suna multe,
\nCine tine toate minte
\nSi ar stea sa le asculte?…
\nTu aseaza-te deoparte,
\nRegasindu-te pe tine,
\nCand cu zgomote desarte
\nVreme trece, vreme vine.<\/p>\n

Nici incline a ei limba
\nRecea cumpan-a gandirii
\nInspre clipa ce se schimba
\nPentru masca fericirii,
\nCe din moartea ei se naste
\nSi o clipa tine poate;
\nPentru cine o cunoaste
\nToate-s vechi si noua toate.<\/p>\n

Privitor ca la teatru
\nTu in lume sa te-nchipui;
\nJoace unul si pe patru,
\nTotusi tu ghici-vei chipu-i,
\nSi de plange, de se cearta,
\nTu in colt petreci in tine
\nSi-ntelegi din a lor arta
\nCe e rau si ce e bine.<\/p>\n

Viitorul si trecutul
\nSunt a filei doua fete,
\nVede-n capat inceputul
\ncine stie sa le-nvete;
\nTot ce-a fost ori o sa fie
\nIn prezent le-avem pe toate,
\nDar de-a lor zadarnicie
\nTe intreaba si socoate.<\/p>\n

Caci acelorasi mijloace
\nSe supun cate exista,
\nsi de mii de ani incoace
\nLumea-i vesela si trista;
\nAlte masti, aceeasi piesa,
\nAlte guri, aceeasi gama,
\nAmagit atat de-adese
\nNu spera si nu ai teama<\/p>\n

Nu spera cand vezi miseii
\nLa izbanda facand punte,
\nTe-or intrece nataraii,
\nDe ai fi cu stea in frunte;
\nTeama n-ai, cata-vor iarasi
\nIntre dansii sa se plece,
\nNu te prinde lor tovaras:
\nCe e val ca valul trece.<\/p>\n

Cu un cantec de sirena,
\nLumea-ntinde lucii mreje;
\nCa sa schimbe-actorii-n scena,
\nTe momeste in varteje;
\nTu pe-alaturi te strecoara,
\nNu baga nici chiar de seama,
\nDin cararea ta afara
\nDe te-ndeamna, de te chema.<\/p>\n

De te-ating sa feri in laturi,
\nDe hulesc, sa taci din gura;
\nCe mai vrei cu-a tale sfaturi,
\nDaca stii a lor masura;
\nZica toti ce vor sa zica,
\nTreaca-n lume cine-o trece;
\nCa sa nu-ndragesti nimica,
\nTu ramai la toate rece.<\/p>\n

Tu ramai la toate rece,
\nDe te-ndeamna, de te chema;
\nCe e val ca valul trece,
\nNu spera si nu ai teama;
\nTe intreaba si socoate
\nCe e rau si ce e bine;
\nToate-s vechi si noua toate;
\nVreme trece, vreme vine.<\/p>\n

1883<\/p>\n

Mihail Eminescu
\n…………………………………
\nGloss<\/p>\n

Days go past, and days come still,
\nAll is old and all is new,
\nWhat is well and what is ill,
\nYou imagine and construe
\nDo not hope and do not fear,
\nWaves that leap like waves must fall;
\nShould they praise or should they jeer,
\nLook but coldly on it all.<\/p>\n

Things you’ll meet of many a kind,
\nSights and sounds, and tales no end,
\nBut to keep them all in mind
\nWho would bother to attend?…
\nVery little does it matter,
\nIf you can yourself fulfil,
\nThat with idle, empty chatter
\nDays go past and days come still.<\/p>\n

Little heed the lofty ranging
\nThat cold logic does display
\nTo explain the endless changing
\nOf this pageantry of joy,
\nAnd which out of death is growing
\nBut to last an hour or two;
\nFor the mind profoundly knowing
\nAll is old and all is new.<\/p>\n

As before some troupe of actors,
\nYou before the world remain;
\nAct they Gods, or malefactors,
\n‘Tis but they dressed up again.
\nAnd their loving and their slaying,
\nSit apart and watch, until
\nYou will see behind their playing
\nWhat is well and what is ill.<\/p>\n

What has been and what to be
\nAre but of a page each part
\nWhich the world to read is free.
\nYet who knows them off by heart?
\nAll that was and is to come
\nProspers in the present too,
\nBut its narrow modicum
\nYou imagine and construe.<\/p>\n

With the selfsame scales and gauges
\nThis great universe to weigh,
\nMan has been for thousand ages
\nSometimes sad and sometimes gay;
\nOther masks, the same old story,
\nPlayers pass and reappear,
\nBroken promises of glory;
\nDo not hope and do not fear.<\/p>\n

Do not hope when greed is staring
\nO’er the bridge that luck has flung,
\nThese are fools for not despairing,
\nOn their brows though stars are hung;
\nDo not fear if one or other
\nDoes his comrades deep enthral,
\nDo not let him call you brother,
\nWaves that leap like waves must fall.<\/p>\n

Like the sirens’ silver singing
\nMen spread nets to catch their prey,
\nUp and down the curtain swinging
\nMidst a whirlwind of display.
\nLeave them room without resistance,
\nNor their commentaries cheer,
\nHearing only from a distance,
\nShould they praise or should they jeer.<\/p>\n

If they touch you, do not tarry,
\nShould they curse you, hold your tongue,
\nAll your counsel must miscarry
\nKnowing who you are among.
\nLet them muse and let them mingle,
\nLet them pass both great and small;
\nUnattached and calm and single,
\nLook but coldly on it all.<\/p>\n

Look but coldly on it all,
\nShould they praise or should they jeer;
\nWaves that leap like waves must fall,
\nDo not hope and do not fear.
\nYou imagine and construe
\nWhat is well and what is ill;
\nAll is old and all is new,
\nDays go past and days come still.<\/p>\n

Translated by<\/p>\n

Corneliu M. Popescu<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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