POEME ROMÂNESTI ÎN LIMBI STRĂINE
Costache CONACHI
Torments of Love
Love, do not suffer heart ’ s petrification
When you see my despondency,
Bring the sweet long-sought consolation
That you ruthlessly stole from me.
Alas, poor me ! Not for a single hour
Is she absent from my emotions.
Oh, can there be love flames that devour
In the whole world without her devotion?
Like the shrivelling dewless flower
Sadly lying on the ground,
Withering under the sun’s power,
Searing from Aeolus’ hasty rounds,
So does my heart bitterly weep
For our sorrowful parting,
Oh, in this world, so wide and deep,
Can there be hopes of reuniting?
Among thousands of jocund birdies
There arise soft cooing tunes –
The mourning turtledove call notes,
Sobbing over his companion’s ill fortune…
While my unrelieved torments of love
Woefully lament our farewell,
“Oh, can there be bliss under the skies above
Without her love ’ s magic spell?”
(English version by Gabriela PACHIA)
