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English language
Limba Romana
Mighty Venice now has fallen low,
One hears no songs, no sound of festive balls;
On steps of marble and through gateways falls
The pallid moon's unearthly silver glow.

Okeanos there his sorrow calls...
In him alone eternal youth does blow,
Yet on his bride would he his breath bestow,
The waves break plaintively against the walls.

The town is silent as a burial ground;
Only the priests of bygone days remain,
Saint Mark tolls sinister the midnight round;

In sombre tones his slow sibylline strain
He nightly speaks with smooth and cadenced sound;
"The dead, my child, no more come back again".

Translated by

Corneliu M. Popescu
S-a stins viata falnicei Venetii,
N-auzi cāntari, nu vezi lumini de baluri;
Pe scari de marmura, prin vechi portaluri,
Patrunde luna, inalbind paretii.

Okeanos plānge pe canaluri...
El numa-n veci e-n floarea tineretii,
Miresei dulci i-ar da suflarea vietii,
Izbeste-n ziduri vechi, sunind din valuri.

Ca-n tintirim tacere e-n cetate.
Preot ramas din a vechimii zile,
San Mare sinistru miezul noptii bate.

Cu glas adānc, cu graiul de Sibile,
Rosteste lin īn clipe cadentate:
"Nu-nvie mortii - e-n zadar, copile!"

1883, dec.

Mihail Eminescu
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