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English language
Limba Romana
We part for ever from today,
Farewell beloved one;
And I, unto may death, your way
Will shun.

I care not now where you may go,
You can no more bereave me,
Today the sweetest girl I know
Does leave me.

Nor shall I as in former hours
Build Spanish castles high,
With star-lit windows, and with towers
Of sky,

When, shivering with bitter cold,
Through winter nights uncertain,
I watched lest you perhaps unfold
Your curtain.

O what delight to stroll with you
Beneath the flowering plum-trees,
When poured its light their branches through,
The moon.

How often did I secret pray
Swift night her sails would furl.
That we might thus forever stray.
Fair girl !

That I might with rapturous thrill
The words that you let fall,
And that today I barely still

For if today I part the veil
And see what time portended,
I feel that long ago the tale
Was ended.

And when the moon enrapt the streams
And trembles on the fen,
A thousand years have flown it seems
Since then.

For I no longer am confined
In that sweet country’s spell;
Aye, I have left you far behind,

Translated by

Corneliu M. Popescu
De-acuma nu te-oi mai vedea,
Ramii, ramii cu bine!
Ma voi feri in calea mea
De tine.

De astazi dar tu fa ce vrei,
De astazi nu-mi mai pasa
Ca cea mai dulce-ntre femei
Ma lasa.

Caci nu mai am de obicei 
Ca-n zilele acele,
Si ma imbat si de scantei
Din stele,

Cand degerind atitea dati,
Eu ma uitam prin ramuri
Si asteptam sa te arati
La geamuri.

O, cat eram de fericit 
Sa mergem impreuna,
Sub acel farmec linistit
De luna!

Si cand in taina ma rugam
Ca noaptea-n loc si steie,
In veci alaturi sa te am,

Din a lor treacat sa apuc
Acele dulci cuvinte,
De care azi abia mi-aduc

Caci astazi daca mai ascult
Imi pare-o veche, de demult

Si daca luna bate-n lunci
Si tremura pe lacuri,
Totusi imi pare ca de-atunci
Sunt veacuri.

Cu ochii serei cei dintii 
Eu n-o voi mai privi-o...
De-aceea-mi urma mea ramii-

1883, 5/17 iunie

Mihail Eminescu
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