WHAT IS LOVE?
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CE E AMORUL?
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What is love? A lifetime spent Of days that pain does fill, That thousand tears can’t content, But asks for tears still. With but a little glance coquet Your soul it knows to tie, That of it’s spell you can’t forget Until the day you die. Upon your threshold does it stand, In every nook conspire, That you may whisper hand in hand Your tale of heart’s aspire. Till fades the very earth and sky, Your heart completely broken, And all the world hangs on a sigh, A word but partly spoken. It follows you for weeks and weeks And in your soul assembles The memory of blushing cheeks And eyelash fair that trembles. It comes to you a sudden ray As though of starlight’s spending, How many and many a time each day And every night unending. For of your life has fate decreed That pain shall it enfold, As does the clinging water-weed About a swimmer hold. Translated by Corneliu M. Popescu |
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Ce e amorul? E un lung Prilej pentru durere, Căci mii de lacrimi nu-i ajung Si tot mai multe cere. De-un semn în treacat de la ea El sufletul ti-l leaga, Incit să n-o mai poti uita Viata ta intreaga. Dar inca de te-asteapta-n prag In umbra de unghere, De se-ntilneste drag cu drag Cum inima ta cere: Dispar si cerul si pământ Si pieptul tau se bate, Si totu-atirna de-un cuvint Soptit pe jumatate. Te urmareste saptamini Un pas făcut alene, O dulce stringere de mini, Un tremurat de gene. Te urmaresc luminatori Ca soarele si luna, Si peste zi de-atitea ori Si noaptea totdeauna. Căci scris a fost ca viata ta De doru-i să nu-ncapa, Căci te-a cuprins asemenea Lianelor din apa. 1883, 17/29 iulie Mihail Eminescu |
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