In Bukovina [În Bucovina] - Mihai Eminescu

O, dearest Bukovina, my passion you ignite,
I won't forget your genius, your mountains full of light,
The flowers on the lawn,
The rivers flowing quickly among the stately rocks
And their clear waters glowing like diamonds in a box
Over the plains at dawn.

My smile, my bitter weeping and all my awful screams,
Which I have hummed in sad songs, which I have hummed in dreams,
And have gone all above,
Are crossing through my mind now, are flying like the birds
Stealing my heart with all kinds of sweet and clever words,
Which murmur about love.

But near your lovely bosom the spirits spreading strife,
Which cast all kinds of bad spells over my thread of life,
Now seem to sleep all right;
They let me be, to sing in this wide world my fame,
To dream of a nice fortune that's proud of my good name
And of my star so bright.

And when Selene is trembling in the brown colored sky,
And with melodic footsteps, impetuous, but shy,
Gets quickly in his way,
Aeolos, with his harp, an exquisite design,
Sings in the gloomy night a melody divine,
From Valhalla, I say.

Then, like a sylph that never sleeps peacefully, at leisure,
My heart beats without stopping and driven by the pleasure
It trembles and it's burning,
Then makes its way enchanted by wild and lively dreams
Over the wooded mountains, over the vales and streams,
Carried by love and yearning.

This secret and strong yearning is leading to your place,
My eye is shining brightly, my face is full of grace,
But in my heart there's fear;
So, every time I'm thinking of you in contemplation,
My soul is overwhelmed by grief and suspiration,
O, Bukovina, dear!

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


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