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English language
Limba Romana
O remain, dear one, I love you,
Stay with me in my fair land,
For your dreams and your longings
Only I can understand.

You, who like a prince reclining
O’er the pool with heaven starred;
You who gaze up from the water
With such earnest deep regard.

Stay, for where the lapping wavelets
Shake the tall and tasselled grass,
I will make you hear in secret
How the furtive chamois pass.

Oh, I see you wrapped in magic,
Hear your murmur low and sweet,
As you break the shallow water
With your slender naked feet;

See you thus amidst the ripples
Which the moon’s pale beams engage,
And your years seem but an instant,
And each instant seems an age.

Thus spake the woods in soft entreaty;
Arching boughs above me bent,
But I whistled high, and laughing
Out into the open went.

Now though even I roamed that country
How could I its charm recall ...
Where has boyhood gone, I wonder,
With its pool and woods and all?

Translated by

Corneliu M. Popescu
"O ramii, ramii la mine,
Te iubesc atât de mult!
Ale tale doruri toate
Numai eu stiu se l-ascult;

In al umbrei intuneric
Te asaman unui print,
Ce se uit-adânc în ape
Cu ochi negri si cuminti;

Si prin vuietul de valuri,
Prin miscarea naltei ierbi,
Eu te fac s-auzi în taina
Mersul cirdului de cerbi;

Eu te vad rapit de farmec,
Cum ingini cu glas domol,
In a apei stralucire
Intinzind piciorul gol.

Si privind în luna plina
La vapaia de pe lacuri,
Anii tai se par ca clipe,
Clipe dulci se par ca veacuri".

Astfel zise lin padurea,
Bolti asupra-mi clatinind;
Suieram l-a ei chemare
S-am iesit în cimp rizind.

Astazi chiar de m-as intoarce
A-ntelege n-o mai pot...
Unde esti, copilarie,
Cu padurea ta cu tot?

1879, 1 febr.

Mihail Eminescu
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