MIDST THE DENSE OLD FOREST STOUT
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LA MIJLOC DE CODRU
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Midst the dense old forest stout All the merry birds fly out, Quit the hazel thicket there Out into the sunny air, Round the pool grown high with sedge Fiy about the water's edge Where, by little waves deflected, On its shining face reflected, Image of the moon is lying, And of birds of passage flying, And of stars and heavens blue, And of swallows not a few, And my darling's image too. Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu |
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La mijloc de codru des Toate pasarile ies Din huceag de alunis, La voiosul luminis, Luminis de lângă balta, Care-n trestia inalta Leganindu-se din unde, In adincu-i se patrunde Si de luna si de soare Si de pasari calatoare, Si de luna si de stele Si de zbor de rindunele Si de chipul dragei mele. 1883, dec. Mihail Eminescu |
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