POEME ROMÂNESTI ÎN LIMBI STRĂINE

Emil BOTTA

Nature and the Poet

 

Oh, fir trees and mountains, trees in ecstasy,

there come the flocks of the apocalypse to meet you and

graze you,

what a hell the night will be, what a merciless cemetery.

And the sleepy God yawns, heedless of you too.

 

How long will you abide by the insulting praises

of the pale ghost seekers ?

And submit yourselves to being dragged to their sinister

slaughterhouses

like doves in the mud of the rapers ?

 

With clenched fists, full of vigour, rise in rebellion ;

out of your ashes a tyrant born might be.

Give yourselves up to being forever lonely, forever barbarian,

oh, fir trees and mountains, trees in ecstasy.

 

(English version: Gabriela PACHIA)