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DIANA		DIANA
What do you seek where moon is spending Her bright glow on trembling spring, And the birds a song unending In among the branches sing? Don't you hear amid the dingle How the leaves with whispers sweet Softly kiss and intermingle Through the forest's cool retreat.? In what moving mirror showing Have you watched the ripples play, When the water's endless flowing 'Neath your gaze its course did stay? In each sound new life is teeming, May has from the forest gone, Only you are wonder dreaming Like the youthful Endymion. Why do you so lonely wander, Hark the spring's small secret sound? Fall asleep where tall tress squander Their green carpet on the ground? Through the woods with twilight laden Ripples cool and shadows there, Do you wait a fairy maiden With big eyes and shoulders bare? Ah! Amid the branches bending, Hands of snow that part the glade, Softly through the woodland wending, Lonely, lithesome, lovely maid, On her back a golden quiver, To the chase her path does wind, And upon the leaves a shiver, Scarce a footprint leaves behind. Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu		Ce cauti unde bate luna Pe-un alb isvor tremurator Si unde pasarile-ntr-una Se-ntrec cu glas ciripitor? N-auzi cum frunzele-n poiana Soptesc cu glasul de guri Ce se saruta, se hirjoana In umbra-adinca de paduri? In cea oglinda miscatoare Vrei sa privesti un straniu joc, O apa vecinic calatoare Sub ochiul tau ramas pe loc? S-a desprimavarat padurea, E-o noua viata-n orice zvon, Si numai tu gindesti aiurea, Ca tinarul Endymion. De ce doresti singuratate Si glasul tainic de izvor? S-auzi cum codrul frunza-si bate, S-adormi pe verdele covor? Iar prin lumina cea rarita, Din valuri reci, din umbre moi, S-apara-o zina linistita Cu ochii mari si umeri goi? Ah! acum crengile le-ndoaie Minute albe de omat, O fata dulce si balaie, Un trup inalt si mladiet. Un arc de aur pe-al ei umar, Ea trece mindra la vinat Si peste frunze fara numar Abia o urma a lasat. 1884, 1 febr Mihail Eminescu
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