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.

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.

Ode

by Mihai Eminescu

I never thought I’d learn how to die;
Forever young, vestured in my mantle,
I rose my dreamy eyes to the star
Of loneliness.

Then you suddenly sprang my way,
Suffering – you, painfully sweet…
I drank to the bottom the lust of implacable
Death.

I’m miserably burning alive, tormented like Nessus
Or as Hercules poisoned by his robe;
I cannot extinguish my fire with all
The waters of the sea.

Consumed by my own dream I cry,
I melt in flames at my own stake…
Can I come to life from it luminous
Like the Phoenix?

May my troubling eyes disappear from my way,
Come back in my chest, blue indifference;
Give me back to myself
So that I may die in peace!

1883 – December

I want to dance

by Lucian Blaga

Oh, I want to dance the way I’ve never danced before!
So that inside of me the Lord would never feel
a slave enchained in prison.
Earth, give me wings:
I want to be an arrow, to cleave
the infinite,
so that the sky is all I see around me,
above me sky,
and only sky beneath –
and caught in waves of light
I dance
struck by formidable blooms,
so that the Lord breathes free in me,
so that He does not murmur:
“I am slave enchained!”

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?