Legend

harp

When anything is sold,

When everything is merchandise –

Awakens an old sound

From the ancient harp.

 

From the goblets, wine of oblivion,

Let it be the scarf of virtue –

Awakens an old sound

From the ancient harp.

George Bacovia, Legenda

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus

#ancient-harp, #goblets, #legend, #oblivion, #old-sound, #scarf, #virtue

Only in Silence…

waiting

To sink myself in silence

As in a deep and warm water,

Swimming in it to purify me

From the slag of the lie.

 

To clean the mirror of reality

Of the ungrateful dust deposited on it by oblivion,

To see through it

The clear and undistorted things.

 

Only in silence,

Looking in the mirror of reality

I feel the things as they are,

Thus they aren’t distorted

By hearing or seeing.

Mircea M. Pop, Doar in tăcere

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus

#dust, #lie, #mirror, #oblivion, #purify, #reality, #silence, #slag, #swimming, #water

Gaudeamus

trees

Flutes play in vain

In these pagan days –

Aspirants were lost in wind,

Nothing remains…

 

In wind and oblivion still stand,

With hostile days, ruling –

Anybody, whoever lived,

Nothing remains…

George Bacovia, Gaudeamus

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus

#aspirants, #days, #flutes, #gaudeamus, #george-bacovia, #hostile, #nothing, #oblivion, #pagan, #wind