In the great passing

by Lucian Blaga

The sun in the meridian holds the balance of the day.
The sky gives itself to the waters below.
With kind eyes the passing animals
look without fear at their shadow in the riverbed.
Arbours deeply arch
over an entire story.

Nothing wants to be different that it is.
My blood alone cries in the forests
after its distant childhood,
like an old deer
calling its roe lost in death.

Maybe she perished under the cliffs.
Maybe she sank in the ground.
I’m waiting in vain for news,
only the caves resound,
rivers want to go deep.

Unanswered blood,
oh, if it were silence, how well we could hear
the roe stepping through death.

Moving on I falter on the road –
and, like a murderer which wimples
the defeated mouth,
I cover with my fist all the springs,
so they would be forever silenced,
silenced.

Too late

by Tudor Gheorghe

Lord I fear it’s been a long while
Since I’ve arrive in the middle and I do not know
What am I? Question or answer?
Am I dead or still alive?

Strange sounds touch me
Leaving blood-colored traces on me,
The snow that falls on me
It comes too late, it comes too late…

Where did I go wrong and what word
Wanders astray from fearing me?
And for what longing was I grave
And for what sun was I sunset?

Show me the way and I will go
Without a single glance behind,
But give me one tear of cuckoo
On a tiny clover leaf

To take as candle for the road
To keep me company in night,
When the small knot will hang with smoke
And it will softly sing a song.

Strange sounds touch me
Leaving bloody traces on me,
The snow that falls on me
It comes too late, it comes too late…

Lord I fear it’s been a long while
Since I’ve arrive in the middle and I do not know
What am I? Question or answer?
Am I dead or still alive?

The Forgivings

by Ducu Bertzi

Refrain:


You will forgive me every night
And I will lie to you everyday
And as long as your heart will endure
The more I will do you wrong, the more I will love you.

Forgive me for everything that is happening to me,
That my eyes sometimes are cloudless, sometimes green,
That I carry mud or snow on my temple,
You will forgive, otherwise you will lose me.
I see the world through powerful lenses
And I see gardens with great lights of fire,
Under my hand the Earth is dying already
And in my ears I have the Rock continent.

Refrain

You will forgive me because I can’t live without you
And if you can’t and if you can’t
For me, losing you is better,
Me, the saddest, most free man of them all.
You will forgive me for my weakness
For passing the exams in a lightning
You will forgive me, my kind one, for everything,
I am your common immortal.

Refrain

And when your heart will break one day
And you cannot forgive me anymore
I will go in the front line
And surrender myself to foreign weapons
And since death washes everything
Making them noble, in fiction,
You will bend over my death
And you will forgive me forever.

Refrain

Arise, arise, arise*

by Doina and Ion Aldea Teodorovici

I love to sing of you
Writing coming from the stars,
I kiss
Your every letter
Like I kiss my mother’s eyes.

Rejoice, Latin writing
For you didn’t come as a stranger
On the sour-sweet valley,
You came in your own country,
You came to your brothers.

Refrain:

Arise, arise, arise
Like green wheat,
Like the tear
Arise, arise, arise
And don’t leave again
My love.

Purple apples on the branch,
Valleys filled with golden wheat.
We were so poor
Without you,
Our beloved writing.

Refrain

* Doina and Ion Aldea Teodorovici (they died together in October 30, 1992 in a “car accident”) are two musicians from Republic Moldova, and they sing about the Romanian language, which is of the Latin family, and is the official country’s language (since Republic Moldova is Romanian land). Republic Moldova was under Russian occupation, so they were forced to speak Russian and use the Russian alphabet. They were pro-union between Republic Moldova and Romania, after the fall of communism and they supported this cause in their music, through concerts in both countries.

Our children have grown teeth

song by Tudor Gheorghe (Au facut copiii nostri dinti)

For what saints, and for what Gods
Spill the lambs their blood in knives?
For what flowers of evergreen
The cuckoos sing in rusty voice?
For what flowers of evergreen
The cuckoos sing in rusty voice?

Refrain:

Our children have grown teeth
They bite their parents and grandparents,
They bite the air, they bite the land,
They bite the dead ones in the ground.

For what late mornings
Falls the mist enfolding me?
What quarter of violaceous tear
Tricks the longing, killing him?
What quarter of violaceous tear
Tricks the longing, killing him?

Refrain

No saint is dropping tears,
And paint is washed from the icons.
The drought rules the land,
And lizards think they are iguanas.
The drought rules the land,
And lizards think they are iguanas.

Refrain

Stand up Gheorghe, stand up Ion! *

by Radu Gyr

Radu-Gyr

No, not for a paddle of ruddy breadcrumb,
Not for the granaries, not for the acres
But for the free air, yours – of tomorrow
Stand up now Gheorghe, stand up now Ion!

For your nation’s blood, flowing in channels,
For the sake of your song now pinned in the nails,
For tears of your sun, which has been put in chains,
Stand up now Gheorghe, stand up now Ion!

Not for the anger gnashed between grinders.
To gather in whistling on plane and on hill
A hat full of distance, a hat full of dreams
Stand up now Gheorghe, stand up now Ion!

Stand up for freedom, you’ll drink by the bucket,
To plunge in freedom of sky full of rapids,
To sleep in the flowers of apricot bloom
Stand up now Gheorghe, stand up now Ion!

To touch everything with your sweet burning kiss,
All thresholds, all doorways, all stoops and all icons
All things that will freely appear in your way
Stand up now Gheorghe, stand up now Ion!

Stand up now Gheorghe on chains and on ropes!
Stand up now Ion, on these holiest bones!
And high up, towards the storm’s light, that surges
Stand up now Gheorghe, stand up now Ion!

* The poet was sentenced to death in 1958 by the communist party, for this manifest-poem. The death penalty was commuted to 25 years of forced labor, of which he served 6. He was imprisoned between 1945-1956 also, for political reasons.

Song

by Nichita Stanescu

It is a happening of my being:
so then, the happiness inside of me
is stronger than me,  stronger than my bones,
that you gnash perpetually in an embrace
always painful, wonderful always.

Let us talk, let’s talk, let us say words,
long and glassy, like chisels that separate
the cold river from the hot delta,
day from night, basalt from basalt.

Happiness, take me up high, and crush
my temple in the stars, until when
my very long and endless world
turns into column or something else,
much higher, and much sooner.

It’s so good that you exist, what a wonder that I exist!
Two different songs, clashing, mixing,
two colors that have never seen each other,
one very low, bent towards the earth,
one very high, almost off,
in the feverish incomparable fight
of the wonder that you exist, of the accident that I exist.