Octavian - translations added

In people's mind, however blurred,
Remain the times when they were glad...
So in my soul are always stirred
The memories of what I had;

I'm feeling bitter and bizarre
I'm mad at God and those around,
And God and people always are
Upset with me, as I have found!

When the moon is full and bright
And its charm is falling down,
Every roof you see in town
Is a puddle filled with light.

I still remember what she used to say
The whispers disappeared in the harsh storm
“Why aren't you good? O, leave, go far away!”

At sunset, from beyond the peaks,
Red blinks at dusk in silence glow
They break in small and shining streaks,
Which into shaded Danube flow.

In my translucent web of thoughts and light
I caught your image: a small wasp
Thin in the middle, brisk, full of delight.

Fall so quickly on the lane
Of the park with flowers blue
Withered leaves, like all those vain
Fantasies I shared with you.

Up in the starry sky dark clouds now come in sight
And suddenly they cover the night's eternal light.
A shadow vast and eerie surrounds the earth with ease
And in the black night's silence one hears how roars the breeze.

Murmur of eaves narrow, whispers full of harshness
Grow from all the places and get lost in darkness.
Seldom, through the curtains, light is quickly flying
The cold water mirrors before me igniting

When a man one day to fierce war was called
A crow in a tree at him loudly cawed:
– Go to fight, and die for your land out there
And your wife, for certain, bastard child will bear”.