The longing sprouted in my soul [Mi-a răsărit în suflet dorul...] - George Topîrceanu

The longing sprouted in my soul,
A flower blue in a bright place,
And one sweet evening, right at dusk
We saw our love was full of grace, –
But you, my darling, you cared more
About the flower, not the vase...

During the silent nights, in secret,
When all the moments slowly roll,
I fed the flower with my weeping,
Which grew and searched for its good goal,
But now, I call divine oblivion
And snatch the flower of my soul.

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


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