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English language
Limba Romana
Cupid, dreadfully spoiled rascal,
Many a hoax stored in his head,
With the children romps and scampers,
With the ladies sleeps in bed.

From the daylight like a brigand
He will take great pains to hide;
But at dark he'll try your window
And if it's open slip inside.

Bits of string and bows and arrows
That's of what his wealth is made.
Generous when no one needs him,
Stingy should you ask his aid.

Late at night he'll rob your bookcase,
Read some volume doctrinaire,
And maybe between the pages
Find a thread of golden hair.

With strange thoughts, they cannot master,
Does he lead young minds astray;
Then before a lighted icon
All night long he'll kneel and pray.

Oft some little girl in whispers
Does in him her soul confide,
And all night they sleep together
Like two pigeons side by side.

Petulant he is and heartless,
Winsome too, and full of guile,
And his eyes will sometimes sparkle
Roguish as a widow's smile.

Graceful throat and rounded shoulder,
Here where maiden breast expands,
He will take a double armful
And will hide it with his hands.

While if you should beg him nicely,
Quite enough a scamp is he
Just to part the veil a little
And a moment let you see.

Translated by

Corneliu M. Popescu
Pajul Cupidon, vicleanul,
Mult e rau si alintat,
Cu copii se hirjoneste,
Iar la dame doarme-n pat.

De lumina cu tilharii
Se fereste binisor,
Pe feresti se suie noaptea
Dibuind incetisor;

Cordelute si nimicuri
Iata toate-a lui averi...
Darnic cind nu vrei nici una
Si zgircit daca le ceri.

In volumul ros de molii
Cauti noaptea adevar
Si-ntilnesti lipita-n file
Vita-i galbena de par.

El da ginduri nentelese
Vristei crude si necoapte,
Cu icoane luminoase
O ingina-ntreaga noapte.

Cind de-o sete sufleteasca
E cuprinsa fata mica -
A dormit cu ea alaturi
Ca doi pui de turturica.

E sfios ca si copiii,
Dar zimbirea-i e vicleana;
Dara galesi ii sint ochii
Ca si ochii de vadana.

Git si umere frumoase,
Sinuri albe si rotunde,
El le tine-mbratisate
Si cu miinile le-ascunde.

De te rogi frumos la dinsul,
Indestul e de hain
Valul alb de peste toate
Sa-l inlature putin.

1979, 1 febr

Mihail Eminescu
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