by Lucian Blaga
The light that I feel
invading my chest when I see you,
is it not a spark of the light
created in the first day,
from that deeply thirsty for life light?
The nothingness lay in agony
when it floated alone in the dark
and the Incomprehensible One gave a sign
“Let there be light!”
The moment became
and a mad blizzard of light:
a thirst for sin, adventure, longing, desire,
a thirst for world and sun.
But where did the dazzling
light from that time dissapear – who knows?
The light that I feel invading
my chest – oh, you, wonderful one,
it may be as the last speck
from the light created in the first day.