Octavian - translations added

In the sad night that keeps us now apart
Maybe you hear around some sighs bizarre
And fluttering of wings, words from the heart...
It is my longing coming from afar

I stood to listen for a while
What was that long, deep clutter?...
Wind shook the water off the boughs
And drops fell in the gutter.

How from your frame at me you stare
As if I am in danger,
Your eyes, amazed, query from there:
“Do you still know me, stranger?”

Why am I not a flower,
A martin flying far –
Just to forget a moment
Where I am – where you are!...

You cannot see its head or legs too well
It's like a stone... But if you let it be,
Puts out its snout from under the big shell
And slowly starts to walk towards the sea...

My love, I feel that you're so far away...
You've put your tiny hands upon my head,
But like a wall between us stand today
The memories of times that now are dead.

All the stars will twinkle soon
And above will roam with grace,
The sky's clear and the big moon
Has come out and shows its face.

If we hadn't met, my dame,
(By adventure, one fine day),
You, another guy, I say,
Would have cherished quite the same.

Lean and tormented, old, bent to the ground,
Like pilgrims scoured Beda all around.
And passed through many countries, many lands,
To spread religion and the God's commands.

It's been a long time since I left the village
And I have met a neighbor, nice, polite,
Who tells me the bird cherry is in blossom
And that your hair, O, mother, has turned white.