At dusk on the hill [Sara pe deal] - Mihai Eminescu

At dusk on the hill the horn sounds with much pain,
The flocks climb with patience, the stars shine again,
The waters are weeping, the fountains feel free;
Beneath an acacia, you're waiting for me.

The moon in the sky looks so holy and clear
Your eyes watch the foliage, which is rather near,
The bright stars are lovely, rise wet high above,
Your forehead is thoughtful, your chest full of love.

The clouds flow like rivers, they're split by the rays
The eaves to the moon the old houses will raise
The pole of the well squeaks and whines in the breeze
Smoke fills all the valley, the shepherds make cheese.

The people, exhausted, with scythes on their back
Come home at the call of the beaten wood plank
The evening is filled by the bell's heavy sound
My soul is on fire, my love is profound.

Oh, look! In a short while the village gets dumb
Oh, look! In a short while my steps to you come
Beneath the acacia we'll sit all night long
I'll tell you for hours that my love is strong.

We'll lay our heads on each other's swelled chest
And smiling in silence we'll get a night's rest
Beneath the acacia. – For such a sweet night
Who wouldn't give up his life and his might?

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


see more poems written by: Mihai Eminescu



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