Elena
POPESCU
IF YOU ONLY KNEW
If you only knew,
how much I yearn for You,
although you’re in my heart!
How great’s the sadness
to see You
in my dream alone.
I miss You so,
although You’re with me always...
How deep’s the pain
to hear You
in my thoughts alone.
How hard it is
when I look around for You
and find You only
when You want to be found.
SO WE’LL BE BORN
How many times in our life
we die
and we don’t even know,
so we’ll be born anew
Life’s made of countless instants,
how many, though, will measure death?...
DREAMER
If what I see around me
isn’t life
then where is life
for real?
Asked, timidly,
an icicle,
dreaming,
In a perishing world...
LIFE IN THE DREAM
A candle that just melted
still burns
without a flame,
an instant more,
discovering
for the first time,
how Time
measures up lives
in the Dream.
IMAGE IN DREAM
Your eyes seep
emeralds,
pure tears of crystal.
As you smile!
Your flaxen tresses
overflow the shoulders,
framing a Face of
eyes angelic!
Oh, you’re so beautiful,
born out of my thoughts,
Have you come to look at me.
Tell me, what
you’re heralding?
BY MYSELF
I sit and watch the sea
and it looks boundless.
All by myself.
Seagulls
– thoughts awaken by me –
rest on the shore.
Far off, a dot
– a thought as yet unspoken –
awaits.
Waves come and go,
Big and small, happy and sad.
Their song, a whisper hushed,
carries me
to their enchanted world.
For a while.
So much silence!
The mysterious symphony is heard
from within.
Even the Sea is there.
Boundless.
With waves
whose silent song
is perfect...
NOT EVEN AN INSTANT
Where are you, oh, sun
if not within my Heart,
from where you take leave
to rise
and set,
yet never absent
even an instant?
Where are you, oh, world
if not within my Heart,
from where you take leave
to create
and destroy yourself,
yet never absent
even an instant?
Where are you, oh, heart
if not within my Heart,
from where you take leave
to be born
and die,
yet never absent
even an instant?
Who are you, oh, existence
if not my Heart,
from where everything leaves
to appear
and disappear,
yet never ceasing to be
even an instant?
TOWARD MYSELF
I wander though the world of dreams
alone, towards my own self,
setting aside thought after thought
out of the sea of thoughts untold.
Lucid, in the apparent immensity,
I reach the sunlit shore of myself,
where I have always been
eternal, happy, immovable...
Translated by Adrian George SAHLEAN
IF YOU ONLY KNEW
If you only knew,
how much I yearn for You,
although you’re in my heart!
How great’s the sadness
to see You
in my dream alone.
I miss You so,
although You’re with me always...
How deep’s the pain
to hear You
in my thoughts alone.
How hard it is
when I look around for You
and find You only
when You want to be found.
SO WE’LL BE BORN
How many times in our life
we die
and we don’t even know,
so we’ll be born anew
Life’s made of countless instants,
how many, though, will measure death?...
DREAMER
If what I see around me
isn’t life
then where is life
for real?
Asked, timidly,
an icicle,
dreaming,
In a perishing world...
LIFE IN THE DREAM
A candle that just melted
still burns
without a flame,
an instant more,
discovering
for the first time,
how Time
measures up lives
in the Dream.
IMAGE IN DREAM
Your eyes seep
emeralds,
pure tears of crystal.
As you smile!
Your flaxen tresses
overflow the shoulders,
framing a Face of
eyes angelic!
Oh, you’re so beautiful,
born out of my thoughts,
Have you come to look at me.
Tell me, what
you’re heralding?
BY MYSELF
I sit and watch the sea
and it looks boundless.
All by myself.
Seagulls
– thoughts awaken by me –
rest on the shore.
Far off, a dot
– a thought as yet unspoken –
awaits.
Waves come and go,
Big and small, happy and sad.
Their song, a whisper hushed,
carries me
to their enchanted world.
For a while.
So much silence!
The mysterious symphony is heard
from within.
Even the Sea is there.
Boundless.
With waves
whose silent song
is perfect...
NOT EVEN AN INSTANT
Where are you, oh, sun
if not within my Heart,
from where you take leave
to rise
and set,
yet never absent
even an instant?
Where are you, oh, world
if not within my Heart,
from where you take leave
to create
and destroy yourself,
yet never absent
even an instant?
Where are you, oh, heart
if not within my Heart,
from where you take leave
to be born
and die,
yet never absent
even an instant?
Who are you, oh, existence
if not my Heart,
from where everything leaves
to appear
and disappear,
yet never ceasing to be
even an instant?
TOWARD MYSELF
I wander though the world of dreams
alone, towards my own self,
setting aside thought after thought
out of the sea of thoughts untold.
Lucid, in the apparent immensity,
I reach the sunlit shore of myself,
where I have always been
eternal, happy, immovable...
Translated by Adrian George SAHLEAN
