The Sailing Vessel

sailing-ship

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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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

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