POEME ROMÂNESTI ÎN LIMBI STRĂINE
Lucian BLAGA
Stanzas Along the Years
When we gently walk on elm seeds
along the town street universe
and your light pace crystal truths breeds –
is there any need for sweet verse?
When the forest moss dulcifies
our green summertime passion hook
and I obey your chiming voice vines –
is there any need for a brook?
When you roam hillocks slenderly
like a gracious willow in the wind,
on the vastness of the earth lea
is there any need for grain ears glint?
When we relish all earth’s gifts,
between dearth and plenitude,
while bones in chthonic worlds rise tune rifts –
is there any need for platitudes?
When I divine your torrid clay
more gracile than Tanagra silhouettes,
from north to south, until doomsday,
is there any need for statuettes?
When we leisurely stroll side by side,
noticing we walk hand in hand,
looking at the same star shining bright –
is there any need for fate’s wend?
When blessings come our fated way
under the galaxy of smoke laths,
by the amber pine fragrant fay –
is there any need for a path?
Should my earthen mould long endure
unuttered in your thoughts’ sweet womb,
from sunrise to the sunset lure
is there any need for a tomb?
English version by Gabriela PACHIA
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