Springtime

by Lucian Blaga

Knowing. Loving.
Once again and one more time
knowing – winter,
loving – springtime.

Loving – comes from very far,
from so far, inside of me.
Loving – comes from very far,
oh so far, inside of you.

Knowing. Loving.
What’s the roadway, and what spurs you?
And to know – what does it mean?
Loving – what are you afraid of
between flowers, in high grass?

Between flowers, in high grass
passion ever after spotless
turns us to infinity,
with the ardor and the uproar
of reincarnated bees.

Once again and one more time
loving – always a springtime.

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