M. Eminescu - Poesii / Poems - ODE (in antique metre)

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ODE (in antique metre)		ODA (în metru antic)
I little thought that I would learn to die; Forever young, enveloped in my cloak, My dreaming eyes I lifted to the star Of solitude. When of a sudden you stood in my way, On, anguish you, of nameless suffering sweet... And to the dregs I dank the draught of death Unpardoning. Miserably I burn alive like Nessus, Or Hercules wrapped in his poisoned cloak; The fire in me the boundless sea itself Could never quench. By my own dreams consumed, I endless wail; At my own pile I am consumed in flame, Shall I then luminous one day return As does the Phoenix? Tormenting eyes but vanish from my way, Come to my breast again sad unconcern; That I may die in peace at last, myself Give back to me. Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu		Nu credeam sã-nvãt a muri vrodatã; Pururi tânãr, înfãsurat în manta-mi, Ochii mei nãltam visãtori la steaua Singurãtãtii. Când deodatã tu rãsãrisi în cale-mi, Suferintã tu, dureros de dulce... Pân-în fund bãui voluptatea mortii Nendurãtoare. Jalnic ard de viu chinuit ca Nessus, Ori ca Hercul înveninat de haina-i; Focul meu a-l stinge nu pot cu toate Apele mãrii. De-al meu propriu vis, misuit mã vaiet, Pe-al meu propriu rug, mã topesc în flãcãri... Pot sã mai renviu luminos din el ca Pasãrea Phoenix? Piarã-mi ochii turburãtori din cale, Vino iar în sân, nepãsare tristã; Ca sã pot muri linistit, pe mine Mie redã-mã! (1883, decembrie) Mihail Eminescu
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