The Sailing Vessel

The rich sands

Have filled the bay, and we

Waiting for a sign of departure… Now,

The sky is clear and the birds,

Why don’t birds sing anymore ?

Oh, even the rum

From the green

Moon

Sounds a bit like a whisper.

 

Sing friends and freely lift

The canvas !

 

On the black hills

Laughs

The eagle owl.

 

Sing… Only you don’t know

The wind is good and the sailing vessel

Rests on the sand.

Iosif Caraiman, Corabia

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus

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