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Tears and tears [Lcrime şi lacrime]
Stop your crying, curb your fears,
Heart unlucky and profane,
Through your big and bloody tears
Never heals or disappears
My deep wound and my great pain.
Pain that's burning like a flame
In my chest, but without smoke,
Where the sorrow quickly came,
Dripping bitter gall and shame,
On my neck to put a yoke.
Ah! And keep this in your mind
That the flame which spoils my glee
Through some vows sincere and kind
A tear burning and refined
Of sweet love has lit in me.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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You were my dear [Drag mi-ai fost]
Once you were, you were my dear,
But today I've grown aware
That this world so large and old
Without you it isn't bare.
In the sky, the morning star
Glows and fills us with much fun,
But goes down and fades away
When at dawn appears the sun.
Its majestic fiery disk
Makes you feel a newly born
And erases from your mind
The star twinkling in the morn.
Morning star you were to me,
Which at dawn my eyes did meet,
Then you waned – so now I look
At the sun, which is so sweet...
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Watching a portrait [La un portret]
I lose myself when watch your face
As if in holy joy I melt,
And in my soul returns with grace
The longing that on earth I felt.
And with a love complete and great
Your portrait gently I caress,
And I forget our feud and hate,
And I forget my sore distress.
I love you as I did before
With thoughts majestic and refined,
And with that feeling sweet of yore,
Which from the past comes back to mind.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Watching a portrait [La un portret]
I lose myself when watch your face
As if in holy joy I melt,
And in my soul returns with grace
The longing that on earth I felt.
And with a love complete and great
Your portrait gently I caress,
And I forget our feud and hate,
And I forget my sore distress.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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To X [Lui X]
Wow! The pyramid's grand apex my poor eye can hardly trace...
Standing by this stone colossus I look tiny and resigned,
But you in whose mind the cosmos sees its mirrored holy face,
Will stay here for many ages through your genius so refined.
And you wish my love, my comfort... I would like my love to swell,
To connect our lots for ever is the goal that I have planned;
Yes, but how, when I am petty and I know it very well,
When your great and famous being I can barely understand?
In the world your genius hovers! Leave me prey to my own fate
Every now and then to watch you even though we are apart
Just to witness all your glory till I reach the death's grim gate
And in secret to adore you, my dear wonder, in my heart.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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If you knew... [De-ai şti...]
If you knew how much, my dear,
I pine for your voice to hear,
You'd come flying like a bird
Just to tell me one more word.
Whether bad or good it be,
We would chatter, you and me,
You would glance and I would stare,
Then the words would fill the air.
You'd say several, I know,
I would let a lot to flow,
Vain, but pure like a white dove,
Telling only about love.
So, come quickly like a bird,
Come and say to me a word,
For I'm eager to rejoice
When I hear your charming voice.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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I miss you still... [De dorul tău...]
I miss you still, though time has passed,
But in a way we are in touch,
You rule my soul, as in the past,
When it was loving you so much.
If now you told me just a word
I would be thrilled your voice to hear,
And all the statues in the world
I'd break for loving you, my dear.
And yet in silence I remain...
I tell my heart I miss you so;
But even though I'm torn by pain,
How much I love you, you don't know.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Why still you count your years... [De ce-ţi mai numeri anii...]
Why still you count your years to see if you are old
When very well you know your soul is sad and cold,
And why you ask the glass so often to attest
That on your face cruel time no wrinkles has impressed,
When know that all your things, which constantly do roll,
Have left deep dreary marks in your beloved soul,
And that eons have passed and fallen in abyss
Since on the earth you felt a momentary bliss?
And how you look today why do you want to know
When you're aware your ghost has left you long ago?
You carry death around and slowly are consumed,
Life has become a pain, you feel that you are doomed!
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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If sigh crushed... [Că mi-ar zdrobi suspinul]
If sigh crushed down my soul and broke my heart in two
And if I felt my tears were darkening my eye
I wouldn't mind at all, but thinking about you
I'd like that all my life to suffer and to cry.
Yet, I am caught by fear when deem that comes a day
When through these bitter tears, so simple and sincere,
Your cherished gentle face, which in my heart did stay,
Will be erased for good and I'll forget you, dear.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Today... [Ca astăzi...]
Today, I'm hardly in command
Of my own soul, of my own heart,
And when I gently shake your hand
You get to know it from the start.
I'm like a toy, weak, immature,
In front of you when stand and wait,
My sight would let you know for sure
Into my eyes if you looked straight.
My only wish, my only bliss,
Is to obey, your slave to be,
And my whole being tells you this
When you approach and pass by me.
But you pass like a sunshine bright,
Which a poor vagrant sees above –
What does it care that gives him light...
What do you care that I'm in love.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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