Verses by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Julia Kalman
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What is Love?
What is love? It’s a journey long,
An occasion for pain, a mournful song.
Thousands of tears are not enough,
It craves for more, it’s a demanding bluff.
A fleeting sign from her, a binding tie,
Capturing your soul, you can’t deny.
So unforgettable, she lingers on,
Throughout your life, like the break of dawn.
Heavens and earth fade away,
Your heart races, a price to pay.
Hanging on to a half-whispered word,
In the balance, your destiny stirred.
For weeks, a slow and haunting stride,
A tender handclasp, a shiver inside.
Chasing you, the luminaries above,
Sun and moon, an unending love.
For your life is written in his desire,
Too much for longing to acquire.
Enveloped like water lilies entwine,
In the stream of love, a fate assigned.
Desire
Come to the forest, by the trembling spring,
Where the porch of furrows, branches swing.
Stretching out in my arms, run with glee,
Fall on my chest, let your spirit be free.
I’ll unravel the veil from your golden head,
Lift it from your cheek, where it gently spread.
Sit on my knees, just you and I,
And in your hair, teardrop-like flowers will fly.
White forehead in your yellow hair,
Lay it softly on my arm with care.
Surrendering to the hunger of my kiss,
Your sweet lips, an exquisite bliss.
A blissful dream will be our guide,
Charmed by a melody, side by side.
Lonely springs and gentle winds will play,
Asleep, in the woods, we’ll find our way.
Years Will Pass
Years will pass like fleeting dreams,
Yet, my love for her only beams.
In her entire being, a mysterious grace,
An indefinable charm, a captivating trace.
She enchanted me with a spark,
The moment our eyes embarked.
Though merely a woman, you see,
She’s somehow different, a mystery.
That’s why she’s unique to me,
Whether she talks or silent be.
If her voice is a symphony,
Even in silence, a mystery.
Thus, enslaved by the same sorrow,
We tread the same path tomorrow.
In the secret of her enchantment’s art,
A “I don’t know what” and a “I don’t know how” start.
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