M. Eminescu - Poesii / Poems - DOWN WHERE THE LONELY POPLARS GROW

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DOWN WHERE THE LONELY POPLARS GROW		PE LANGA PLOPII FARA SOT
Down where the lonely poplars grow How often I have erred; My steps that all the neighbours know You only have not heard. Towards your window lighted through How oft my gaze has flown; A world entire my secret knew You only have not known. A word, a murmur of reply How often did I prey ! What matters then if I should die, Enough to live that day; To know one hour of tenderness, One hour of lovers’ night; To hear your whisper’s soft caress One hour then come what might ! Had you but granted me a glance That was not filed with scorn, Out of it’s shining radiance A new star had been born. You would have lived through lives untold Beyond the ends of time; O deity with arms so cold, O marble form sublime ! An idol of some pagan lore As now no more is seen, Come down to us from times of yore, From times that long have been. My worship was of ages gone, Sad eyes by faith beguiled, Each generation handed on From father unto child. But now I very little care To walk along that lane, Nor heed the face I found so fair Looks out for me in vain; For you are like them all today In bearing and in guise, And I but look on your display With cold and lifeless eyes. You should have known to value right With wondering intent, And lit your candela at night To Love that God has sent. Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu		Pe langa plopii fãrã sot Adesea am trecut; Mã cunosteau vecinii toti- Tu nu mai cunoscut. La geamul tau ce stralucea Privii atât de des; O lume toata-ntelegea- Tu nu mai inteles. De cate ori am asteptat O soapta de raspuns! O zi din viata sã-mi fi dat, O zi mi-era de-ajuns; O ora sã fi fost amici, Sã ne iubim cu dor, S-ascult de glasul gurii mici O ora, si sã mor. Dandu-mi din ochiul tau senin O raza dinadins, In calea timpilor ce vin O stea s-ar fi aprins; Ai fi trait în veci de veci Si randuri de vieti, Cu ale tale brate reci Inmarmureai maret, Un chip de-a pururi adorat Cum nu mai au perechi Acele zane ce strabat Din timpurile vechi. Cãci te iubeam cu ochi pagani Si plini de suferinti, Ce mi-i lasara din batrani Pãrintii din pãrinti. Azi nici macar îmi pare rãu Ca trec cu mult mai rar, Ca cu tristeta capul tau Se-ntoarce în zadar, Cãci azi le semeni tuturor La umbra si la port, Si te privesc nepasator C-un rece ochi de mort. Tu trebuia sã te cuprinzi De acel farmec sfant, Si noaptea candela s-aprinzi Iubirii pe pãmânt. 1883, 28 August / 9 Sept Mihail Eminescu
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