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English language
Limba Romana
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
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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