May 8, 2010
Angel and demon (Inger si demon) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/08/2010 12:36:00 AMNight in the sad Dome, through yellow lights
Of the wax candles which burn near the shrines-
While the sky at Dome's end stays dark and big,
Impenetrable by the red eyes of tired wicks,
In the empty church, near the curved wall,
On her knees is sitting on the stairs a girl like an angel;
On the shrine's icon in red broken lights,
Pale and sad the Virgin can be seen.
A flame is stuck in a gray stoned pillar;
Shiny drops of tar fall on the ground sizzling
And crowns of dried flowers are hissing
And the girl's pray is mysteriously whispering.
Deep in the darkness, near an inert cross,
In a thick black shadow, like a demon He is watching,
The elbows on the cross's arms he relaxes and sets,
The eyes buried in his head, his forehead sad and dimpled.
And his chin is pressing against the stone's cold shoulder,
His black hair like the night over the marble's white arm;
Only the sad candle with her pink-white reflection
Gently throws a glint of light which passes over his face.
She an angel who is praying- Him a demon who is dreaming;
She a golden heart- Him an aposted soul;
Him in his deadly shadow, is sitting leaned back-
At Madonna's feet, sad, saint, She is watching.
On a high and cold wall like a clean marble,
White like winter's snow, shiny like the gentle water,
Is reflecting like in a mirror the girl's full shadow-
Her shadow, which is praying on it's knees like her.
What you need, blond child with your nobleness,
With white marble face and wax hands,
Veil- a transparent mist chewed into the stars; clear
Is your innocent look under your eyelashes' shadow;
What you need to be an angel- long and constellated wings.
But what I see: What is spreading from your shoulders' shadow?
Two shadows of wings which are moving shivering,
Two shadows of wings rising to the sky.
Oh, that's not her shadow- it's her guardian angel;
Near the white marble I see it's flying creature.
Over her innocent life, his endless one,
Near her he is praying, near her he kneels down.
But if that is her shadow- then She is an angel,
But her white wings can't be seen by the world;
Sanctified walls by the world's long prayers
See her transparent wings and spread the word about them.
I love you!- the demon was about to shout in his night,
But the winged shadow softens his lips;
Not for love, for praying he bends his knees
And listens carried from this world her sweet and shy whispers.
....................................................................................
Her?- A king's daughter, blond with a tiara of stars,
Passes through the world happy, angel, queen and woman;
He puts through the nations the destruction's spark
And in deserted hearts he sows rebel thoughts.
Separated by life's waves, between him and her
Centuries are of thinking, a history, -a nation,
Sometimes- although rarely- they meet, and their eyes
Stare, as if they're absorbed in their burning wish.
Her big blue eyes, sweet of kindness and soft,
How deep penetrate into his black gusty eyes!
And on his skinny face a red cloud passes slowly-
They love each other... And they're so far apart!
A pale king came, and his ancient crown,
Heavy of glories and power, he would have put it in her lap,
If she put her foot on the throne's carpet
And in his sceptered hand, her thin, small hand.
But no- dumb remained her hardly opened lips,
Dumb the heart in her chest, her hand pulled back.
In the soul's mystery, she lobed. Clearly and slowly
She was seeing the demon in her young dreams.
She was seeing him moving the people with cold, daring ideas;
He's so powerful- she thought, with a lovely sweet fright;
He stirs the present with his thoughts' fame
Against everything that long centuries and great foreheads gathered.
He often climbed on a rock wraps himself in anger
In the red flag and his harsh, deep, dimpled forehead,
Looked like a black night covered with storms
His eyes were fulminating and his word awakening the vile fury.
........................................................................................................
On a poor bed is sweating in a long agony
The young man. A lamp is stretching her miser and sleazy tongue,
Sizzling in sick air.- No one knows about him,
No one softens his fate, no one caresses his forehead.
Oh! all those thoughts headed against the world,
Against the written rules, against the ordinary
With God's approval- today everything's arranged
Against the dying heart, they want to strangle the soul!
Dying without hope! Who knows the sadness
Hidden in these words?- To feel trapped, small,
To see that the great aspirations are reduced to nothing,
That in the world evil is ruling and you can't oppose,
Because opposing, you are wasting your life-
And when you die you see that you lived for nothing.
A death like this is the hell. Other tears, other sadness
Crueler is not possible. You feel that you are nothing.
And those dark thoughts won't let him die.
How did he enter life? How much love of right and good,
How much sincere brotherhood he had brought with him!
And the reward?- Sadness, which is oppressing his soul.
But through the dark mist, which is covering the eyes,
The tall shadow of an angel is getting closer shining,
It smoothly sits on his bed; his blinded by tears eyes
She kisses. The mist disappears from them...
It's Her. With a deep, never felt before satisfaction,
He looks in her eyes.- She's proud of compassion;
She's reconciliating in his last hour his whole painful life;
Oh! he's whispering while dying- you're who I'm guessing, my love.
I followed this earth, this weather, life, people
With my rebel thoughts against the open sky;
He didn't want to condemn the demon, but he sent
An angel to conciliate me, and the conciliation is... love.
Of the wax candles which burn near the shrines-
While the sky at Dome's end stays dark and big,
Impenetrable by the red eyes of tired wicks,
In the empty church, near the curved wall,
On her knees is sitting on the stairs a girl like an angel;
On the shrine's icon in red broken lights,
Pale and sad the Virgin can be seen.
A flame is stuck in a gray stoned pillar;
Shiny drops of tar fall on the ground sizzling
And crowns of dried flowers are hissing
And the girl's pray is mysteriously whispering.
Deep in the darkness, near an inert cross,
In a thick black shadow, like a demon He is watching,
The elbows on the cross's arms he relaxes and sets,
The eyes buried in his head, his forehead sad and dimpled.
And his chin is pressing against the stone's cold shoulder,
His black hair like the night over the marble's white arm;
Only the sad candle with her pink-white reflection
Gently throws a glint of light which passes over his face.
She an angel who is praying- Him a demon who is dreaming;
She a golden heart- Him an aposted soul;
Him in his deadly shadow, is sitting leaned back-
At Madonna's feet, sad, saint, She is watching.
On a high and cold wall like a clean marble,
White like winter's snow, shiny like the gentle water,
Is reflecting like in a mirror the girl's full shadow-
Her shadow, which is praying on it's knees like her.
What you need, blond child with your nobleness,
With white marble face and wax hands,
Veil- a transparent mist chewed into the stars; clear
Is your innocent look under your eyelashes' shadow;
What you need to be an angel- long and constellated wings.
But what I see: What is spreading from your shoulders' shadow?
Two shadows of wings which are moving shivering,
Two shadows of wings rising to the sky.
Oh, that's not her shadow- it's her guardian angel;
Near the white marble I see it's flying creature.
Over her innocent life, his endless one,
Near her he is praying, near her he kneels down.
But if that is her shadow- then She is an angel,
But her white wings can't be seen by the world;
Sanctified walls by the world's long prayers
See her transparent wings and spread the word about them.
I love you!- the demon was about to shout in his night,
But the winged shadow softens his lips;
Not for love, for praying he bends his knees
And listens carried from this world her sweet and shy whispers.
....................................................................................
Her?- A king's daughter, blond with a tiara of stars,
Passes through the world happy, angel, queen and woman;
He puts through the nations the destruction's spark
And in deserted hearts he sows rebel thoughts.
Separated by life's waves, between him and her
Centuries are of thinking, a history, -a nation,
Sometimes- although rarely- they meet, and their eyes
Stare, as if they're absorbed in their burning wish.
Her big blue eyes, sweet of kindness and soft,
How deep penetrate into his black gusty eyes!
And on his skinny face a red cloud passes slowly-
They love each other... And they're so far apart!
A pale king came, and his ancient crown,
Heavy of glories and power, he would have put it in her lap,
If she put her foot on the throne's carpet
And in his sceptered hand, her thin, small hand.
But no- dumb remained her hardly opened lips,
Dumb the heart in her chest, her hand pulled back.
In the soul's mystery, she lobed. Clearly and slowly
She was seeing the demon in her young dreams.
She was seeing him moving the people with cold, daring ideas;
He's so powerful- she thought, with a lovely sweet fright;
He stirs the present with his thoughts' fame
Against everything that long centuries and great foreheads gathered.
He often climbed on a rock wraps himself in anger
In the red flag and his harsh, deep, dimpled forehead,
Looked like a black night covered with storms
His eyes were fulminating and his word awakening the vile fury.
........................................................................................................
On a poor bed is sweating in a long agony
The young man. A lamp is stretching her miser and sleazy tongue,
Sizzling in sick air.- No one knows about him,
No one softens his fate, no one caresses his forehead.
Oh! all those thoughts headed against the world,
Against the written rules, against the ordinary
With God's approval- today everything's arranged
Against the dying heart, they want to strangle the soul!
Dying without hope! Who knows the sadness
Hidden in these words?- To feel trapped, small,
To see that the great aspirations are reduced to nothing,
That in the world evil is ruling and you can't oppose,
Because opposing, you are wasting your life-
And when you die you see that you lived for nothing.
A death like this is the hell. Other tears, other sadness
Crueler is not possible. You feel that you are nothing.
And those dark thoughts won't let him die.
How did he enter life? How much love of right and good,
How much sincere brotherhood he had brought with him!
And the reward?- Sadness, which is oppressing his soul.
But through the dark mist, which is covering the eyes,
The tall shadow of an angel is getting closer shining,
It smoothly sits on his bed; his blinded by tears eyes
She kisses. The mist disappears from them...
It's Her. With a deep, never felt before satisfaction,
He looks in her eyes.- She's proud of compassion;
She's reconciliating in his last hour his whole painful life;
Oh! he's whispering while dying- you're who I'm guessing, my love.
I followed this earth, this weather, life, people
With my rebel thoughts against the open sky;
He didn't want to condemn the demon, but he sent
An angel to conciliate me, and the conciliation is... love.
broken roses
May 6, 2010
From time's waves... (Din valurile vietii...) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/06/2010 09:46:00 PMFrom time's waves, my love, arise
With marble arms, with long blond hair-
And lucent face like the wax's white face
Weakened is by the shadow of the tender pains!
With your sweet smile you comfort my eyes,
Woman through the stars and star through the women
And turning your face to your left shoulder,
I look in the happiness's eyes and cry.
How can I rip you off from the mist,
Hold you at my chest, sweet dear angel,
And bend my face in tears over yours,
Drown your breath with burning kisses
And heat up the cold hand at my chest,
Close, closer to keep it on my heart.
But, alas, you're not real, so you're leaving
And your shadow fades away in the cold mist,
So I find myself again alone with my arms down
In the sad memory of the beautiful dream...
In vain I spread them after your sweet shadow:
I can't catch you from time's waves.
With marble arms, with long blond hair-
And lucent face like the wax's white face
Weakened is by the shadow of the tender pains!
With your sweet smile you comfort my eyes,
Woman through the stars and star through the women
And turning your face to your left shoulder,
I look in the happiness's eyes and cry.
How can I rip you off from the mist,
Hold you at my chest, sweet dear angel,
And bend my face in tears over yours,
Drown your breath with burning kisses
And heat up the cold hand at my chest,
Close, closer to keep it on my heart.
But, alas, you're not real, so you're leaving
And your shadow fades away in the cold mist,
So I find myself again alone with my arms down
In the sad memory of the beautiful dream...
In vain I spread them after your sweet shadow:
I can't catch you from time's waves.
broken roses
May 5, 2010
By the odd poplars (Pe langa plopii fara sot) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/05/2010 09:46:00 PMBy the odd poplars
Often I have passed;
All the neighbors recognized me-
You didn't recognize.
At your window which was glowing
I looked so many times;
A whole world understood it-
You didn't understand.
I've waited so many times
For a whisper as an answer!
A day of life to have given me,
A day was enough for me;
One hour to have been friends,
To love each other with woe,
To listen to the little mouth's voice
One hour, and then to die.
Giving me from your clear eye
A sunshine purposely,
In the way of the future times
A star would have lightened up;
You would have lived for centuries
And many many lives,
With your cold arms
You greatly pacified,
A face always adored
With no other pair
Those fairies that have been living
Since the old times.
Because I loved you with sinful eyes
And full of sufferings,
Which I received from my ancestors
Parents from parents.
Today I'm not even sorry
That I seldom pass,
That sadly your head
Turns in vain,
Because today you look like everyone
At shadow and behavior,
And I watch you carelessly
With a cold dead eye.
You have to enfold yourself
In the saint grace,
And light a candle in the night
For the love on this earth.
Often I have passed;
All the neighbors recognized me-
You didn't recognize.
At your window which was glowing
I looked so many times;
A whole world understood it-
You didn't understand.
I've waited so many times
For a whisper as an answer!
A day of life to have given me,
A day was enough for me;
One hour to have been friends,
To love each other with woe,
To listen to the little mouth's voice
One hour, and then to die.
Giving me from your clear eye
A sunshine purposely,
In the way of the future times
A star would have lightened up;
You would have lived for centuries
And many many lives,
With your cold arms
You greatly pacified,
A face always adored
With no other pair
Those fairies that have been living
Since the old times.
Because I loved you with sinful eyes
And full of sufferings,
Which I received from my ancestors
Parents from parents.
Today I'm not even sorry
That I seldom pass,
That sadly your head
Turns in vain,
Because today you look like everyone
At shadow and behavior,
And I watch you carelessly
With a cold dead eye.
You have to enfold yourself
In the saint grace,
And light a candle in the night
For the love on this earth.
broken roses
Silently loving (Iubind in taina) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/05/2010 09:12:00 PMSilently loving I kept the silence,
Thinking that you will like it like that,
Because in the looks I read the eternity
With deadly dreams of pleasure.
But I can't anymore. The longing's power
Gives words to the tender mysteries;
I want to drown in the sweet hotness
Of that soul that knows mine.
Can't you see that my mouth is burnt of thirst
And in my eyes you can see my cold pain,
My young girl with long and blond hair?
With a breath you cool my sigh,
With a smile you make the thought get drunk,
End this pain... come to my chest.
Thinking that you will like it like that,
Because in the looks I read the eternity
With deadly dreams of pleasure.
But I can't anymore. The longing's power
Gives words to the tender mysteries;
I want to drown in the sweet hotness
Of that soul that knows mine.
Can't you see that my mouth is burnt of thirst
And in my eyes you can see my cold pain,
My young girl with long and blond hair?
With a breath you cool my sigh,
With a smile you make the thought get drunk,
End this pain... come to my chest.
broken roses
May 4, 2010
Guardian angel (Inger de paza) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/04/2010 09:39:00 PMWhile my soul was praying in the night,
I could see like in a dream my guardian angel,
Wearing clothes made of shadows and sunshine,
And above me with a smile it spread his wings;
But when I saw you in pale clothes,
Young girl full of longing and mystery,
The angel ran away from your defeated eye.
You're a demon, young girl, because only with a look
From your long eyelashes, from your big eyes
You made my angel fly frightened,
Him, my saint guardian, my faithful friend?
Or maybe!... Oh, close your long lashes,
So I can recognize your pale features,
Because you- you are him.
I could see like in a dream my guardian angel,
Wearing clothes made of shadows and sunshine,
And above me with a smile it spread his wings;
But when I saw you in pale clothes,
Young girl full of longing and mystery,
The angel ran away from your defeated eye.
You're a demon, young girl, because only with a look
From your long eyelashes, from your big eyes
You made my angel fly frightened,
Him, my saint guardian, my faithful friend?
Or maybe!... Oh, close your long lashes,
So I can recognize your pale features,
Because you- you are him.
broken roses
Far away I am from you (Departe sunt de tine) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/04/2010 09:12:00 PMFar away I am from you and alone near the fire,
I remember my life lacking in good luck,
Eighty years feel like have passed,
That I am old like winter, that you must have died.
Memories are falling on my soul like droplets,
Awakening in front of me the past nothings;
With his fingers the wind blows into the windows,
It comes back into my mind the wire of sweet stories,
And then in front of me it looks like you're walking through the mist,
With your big eyes full of tears, with thin and cold hands;
With both your arms you grab my neck
And you would like to tell me something... then you sigh...
I hold you tight my wealth of love and beauty,
With kisses we bind our poor lives...
Oh! the heart's voice should forever stay silent,
To forget forever the luck that for a second I had,
To forget that after a moment from my arms you tear out...
I'll be old and lonely, you'll be dead for long!
I remember my life lacking in good luck,
Eighty years feel like have passed,
That I am old like winter, that you must have died.
Memories are falling on my soul like droplets,
Awakening in front of me the past nothings;
With his fingers the wind blows into the windows,
It comes back into my mind the wire of sweet stories,
And then in front of me it looks like you're walking through the mist,
With your big eyes full of tears, with thin and cold hands;
With both your arms you grab my neck
And you would like to tell me something... then you sigh...
I hold you tight my wealth of love and beauty,
With kisses we bind our poor lives...
Oh! the heart's voice should forever stay silent,
To forget forever the luck that for a second I had,
To forget that after a moment from my arms you tear out...
I'll be old and lonely, you'll be dead for long!
broken roses
Why aren't you coming (De ce nu-mi vii) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/04/2010 08:33:00 PMSee, the swallows are leaving,
The walnut leaves are falling,
Frost is covering the vineyards-
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you coming?
Oh, come again in my arms,
So I can look at you avidly,
To sweetly rest my head,
On your breast, on your breast!
Do you remember when
We were walking through valleys and meadows,
I would lift you in my arms
So many times, so many times?
In this world there are women
With eyes that spread sparkles...
But, however high they are,
They're not like you, they're not like you!
Because you always brighten up
The life of my soul,
Brighter than any other star,
My love, my love!
Late is the autumn now,
The leaves are falling on the road,
And the fields are empty...
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you coming?
The walnut leaves are falling,
Frost is covering the vineyards-
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you coming?
Oh, come again in my arms,
So I can look at you avidly,
To sweetly rest my head,
On your breast, on your breast!
Do you remember when
We were walking through valleys and meadows,
I would lift you in my arms
So many times, so many times?
In this world there are women
With eyes that spread sparkles...
But, however high they are,
They're not like you, they're not like you!
Because you always brighten up
The life of my soul,
Brighter than any other star,
My love, my love!
Late is the autumn now,
The leaves are falling on the road,
And the fields are empty...
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you coming?
broken roses
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