Arhiva zilnică: 21/08/2011

Melancholy – M. Eminescu

It seemed that midst the clouds a gate was opened wide

Through which the pallid empress of waning night did ride.

O sleep, o sleep in silence, where thousand torches loom,

Wrapped in your silver garments, high in your crystal tomb,

Your sepulcher of heaven, of sky’s arc opaline,

O you beloved, and worshipped, fair moon of night the queen!

Unbounded is the kingdom that dreams beneath your haze,

What villages and valleys are lighted by your rays;

The sky is all asparkle,and ‘neath your pallid gleam

The lonely ruined castle has walls of chalk it seem.

The empty graveyard crouches beside the time-old church,

Its crosses leaning all ways, on one an owl aperch.

The belfry creaks, the toaca against it upright swings

As though some flying demon with dark transparent wings

Has touched it unexpectedly while lighting on the ground,

That it begins to tremble, and gives a wailing sound.

The church, a ruin lorn,

Is bowed and sad and empty, a place of shadows mourn;

And through it’s gaping windows a moaning breeze is heard,

As though grey witches whispered and one could hear their word.

On pillars and on altar, and painted walls remain

Naught but the gloomy contours on which time spreads its stain,

For priest a cricket chirps a sermon fine, obscure;

For sexton digs a woodworm eternal sepulture.


Faith sets up in its churches fair icons to the saints,

And in  my soul sweet fancy a fairy legend paints;

But of time tossing billows, and wild tumultuous strain,

Naught but the gloomy contours and shadows now remain.

In vain I seek what happened in my exhausted mind.

A hoarsely prating cricket is all that I can find.

In vain my hand despairing upon my heart I clench,

Its stir is but a woodworm within the coffin bench.

When I look back on living, the past seems to unfold

As though it were a story by foreign lips retold.

As though I had not lived it, nor made of life a part.

Who is it then so softly this tale recites by heart

That I should pause to listen.. And laugh at what is said

As though it never happened?… Maybe since long I’m dead!

translated by Corneliu M. Popescu

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