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RETURN
Limba Romana
REVEDERE
"Forest, trusted friend and true,
Forest dear, how do you do?
Since the day I saw you last
Many, many years have passed
And though you still steadfast stand
I have travelled many a land."

"Yea, and I, what have I done?
Watched the years their seasons run;
Heard the squalls that through me groan
Ere my singing birds have flown;
Heard the creaking of my boughs
Neath the mounted winter snows.

Yea indeed, what have I done?
Done as I have always done;
Felt my summer leaves re-growing,
Heard the village girls who going
By the path that meets the spring
Melancholy doina sing".

"Forest, though the tempests blow,
The years come and the years go.
And the seasons wax and wane,
You are ever young again".

'"What of seasons, when for ages
All the sky my lake engages;
What of years ill or good,
When the sap mounts in the wood!
What of years good or ill,
When the Danube rolls on still.
Only mall is always changing,
O'er the world forever ranging,
We each do our place retain,
As we were, so we remain;
Oceans, rivers, mountains high
And the stars that light the sky,
Saturn with its whirling rings,
And the forest with its springs".

Translated by

Corneliu M. Popescu
- Codrule, codrutule
Ce mai faci, dragutule,
Ca de cind nu ne-am vazut
Multa vreme au trecut
Si de cind m-am departat,
Multa lume am imblat.

- Ia, eu fac ce fac de mult,
Iarna viscolu-l ascult,
Crengile-mi rupindu-le,
Apele-ascultindu-le
Troienind cararile
Si gonind cintarile;

Si mai fac ce fac de mult,
Vara doina mi-o ascult,
Pe cararea spre izvor
Ce le-am dat-o tuturor,
Implindu-si cofeile,
Mi-o cinta femeile.

- Codrule cu riuri line,
Vremea trece, vremea vine
Tu mereu intineresti.


- Ce mi-i vremea, cind de veacuri
Stele-mi scinteie pe lacuri,
Ca de-i vremea rea sau buna,
Vintu-mi bate, frunza-mi suna;
Si de-i vremea buna, rea,
Mie-mi curge Dunarea.
Numai omu-i schimbaor,
Pe pamint ratacitor,
Iar noi locullui ne tinem,
Cum am fost asa raminem:
Marea si cu riurile,
Lumea cu pustiurile,
Luna si cu soarele,
Codrul cu izvoarele.

1879, 1 oct.

Mihail Eminescu
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