Octavian - translations added

There's nothing that I cherish right now and in this place
Except for the enigma that hides your pretty face;
Because for what temptation other than you, my dear
I'd waste my life completely and all my reason clear

Time goes by, time comes along,
All is old and all is new
What is good and what is wrong
Ask yourself and ponder, too;

You get more days with your tomorrow
And shorten life with yesterday
However, with delight or sorrow,
You live forever in today.

The copper bell chimes midnight and stirs my peaceful soul,
Yet sleep, the life's old keeper, won't come to take its toll.
On beaten paths my mind will take me without strife,
To make me understand that death resembles life;

On the lake, deep in the forest,
Yellow water lilies float;
Shuddered by some small round ripples
It shakes hastily a boat.

Come into the lovely forest
Where the spring flows with much ease
And the meadows, cut by furrows,
Are concealed by many trees.

In the forest thick and stout
All the birds are coming out
Of the cold and gloomy shade
Into the delightful glade,

White and brightly shining mists
Spins the moon, like airy shields,
Then it spreads them over streams
And across the fallow fields.

As I was watching calmly and full of bliss at night,
A sublime guardian angel as in a dream came bright,
Dressed up in shades and rays which blinded my keen sight
And with a smile, his wings over me gently spread;

Oh, mother, dearest mother, although you passed away,
Through all the leaves that tremble, you call me every day;
Above your holy grave, the autumn gentle breeze
Shakes off the withered boughs of the acacia trees,