Confessio

by Bartolomeu Anania

Lord, hold out Your stole
on my face of clay,
to whiten with Your chalk
my fool and ugly soul,
when sunset spins its thread
over a small quiet thought.

Our neighbors will hear us if I speak,
and judgment is a sin,
I stand on a corner, bent,
I write the burden of my guilt,
while You, at dinner time
whisper You’ve forgiven me.

Roosted on a new hearth
we will march towards a new song,
I, a handful of dust,
You, light in a dew drop,
we will work at the book,
You – three, I – one word.

And wearing Your sandals
You will walk on stellar path,
in the letters’ border,
I will stop You in Your way,
and in the miracle of Your will
I will drink You from the chalice.

Secondary game

by Ion Barbu

From time, derived the depth of this calm crest,
Entered through mirror in azure redemption,
Cutting on the drowning of rustic herds
Into the water’s groups, a secondary game, more pure.

Latent nadir! The poet rises the summation
Of raveled harps that you lose in reverse flight
And exhausts in song: hidden, just like when the sea
Is walking the medusas under the green bells.

In secret loving

by Mihai Eminescu

In secret loving I have kept the silence,
Thinking that you will like it more this way,
For in your eyes I read an everlastingness
Of murderously pleasure fantasies.

But I cannot endure it. Longing’s power
Gives words to tender mysteries;
I want to drown in the sweet kindling
Of that soul alone who knows my soul.

Do you not see my mouth is thirsty
And in my eyes my torment burns
My beautiful with long blonde hair beloved?

With your breath you can cool my moaning,
And with your smile you make my thinking drunk,
Please end this pain, and come to my embrace.

The Light

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
a sea
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.

In your mother tongue

lyrics by Grigore Vieru, song by Tudor Gheorghe

All the people in the world
Cry in the same language.
In the same language
An entire Earth laughs.
Only in your mother tongue
You can comfort the pain,
And the joy
You can change into song.

Refrain:

In your mother tongue
You miss your mother,
And wine is more wine,
And lunch is more lunch.
And only in your mother tongue
You can laugh by yourself,
And only in your mother tongue
You can stop crying.

And when you can’t
Cry or laugh,
When you cannot caress
Or sing,
With your land,
With your sky in front of you,
You are quiet then
In your mother tongue.

Wanderer longing

song by Tudor Gheorghe (Dorul calator)

Refrain:
My longing ran away from home, longing
When the clime was wonderful, longing
He ran away quite undressed,
Bad weather caught him abroad
And I fear that he is cold, longing.

He came back after a week, longing
With three ice flowers in hand, longing
Half in snow, and half viola
As in cradle on a star, longing…

The half part, covered in snow, longing
Melted by the glowing star, longing
And from longing wanderer, only longing wistfulness
Has remained, just tear and flight, longing…

Refrain:
My longing ran away from home, longing
When the clime was wonderful, longing
He ran away quite undressed,
Bad weather caught him abroad
And I fear that he is cold, longing.