Octavian - translations added

You, who feel happy in your sleep...
Who have forgotten your soul kind
Can't feel the pain with your heart blind...
And in the stillness sunken deep,

If I knew that all my tears
Would become white pearls sublime,
To enrich your future years
I would shed them all the time.

O! poetry, when in the world all things elapse and then grow old,
When neither I am any more that boy who had a blameless heart,
When childhood days are like a wreath whose withered flowers fell apart,
You're still in me, deep in a fold,

The bucolic wave sleeps under calm willow trees
Here and there gilded by the sun's beautiful glory,
When in shade, shepherds young, with a skin white as cheese,
Out of willows run naked – pink and bright milky story.

The sun was shining high above
When I gave you in a bouquet
My precious and consuming love
And my heart's secret in that day.

As ships on the wide sea stop quickly for a while
Whenever the wind drops and sails perched on the mast
Hang down in calm repose under the moon's big smile,
But the bright silver rays in vain on them are cast;

On the sea of life I maybe let my mind to journey far
And I cheat myself with vain hopes, willingly, it's so bizarre,
I'm creating gold chimeras, lots of happenings arise,
And I watch them lost in rapture, for they all amaze my eyes.

The sower let the seeds to fall down to the ground
And some by storm were taken to feed the birds around,
Some on the barren rocks died quickly when they fell
And some arrived in high grass, which all of them would quell,

In me
And in you,
And in him
The heart sings the same

Sapphire stones, so blue and clear,
Filled by the light of serene sky
Look brighter and are nice and dear
In gold and platinum when lie.