Octavian - translations added

I'd like to die beside you and to place
my temple next to yours and read your mind,
to hear your thoughts, then gaze upon your face,
to know if you are open, warm, and kind

Why can't I drink the beauty of this day
with you, my love, why Fate has closed its eyes,
why can't we feel beneath our feet the clay
where grows the grass of life, as the deep sighs

Oh, what a foe is time – steals every hour,
and now I think I’ve seen you like a ghost,
the way the earth may dream a pretty flower,
in wintertime, when it is seized by frost.

Now, the morning is high and white,
full of trees that rustle and bend,
and lonely hills brimming with light,
which, gasping, I quickly descend.

I’d like to be a tree, to grow and rise
beside your window, listening what you say,
and I'd behold you fondly every day.
I'd even bloom in winter for your eyes

This year again the fairy Spring is here
and what it brings is surely commonplace,
yet we rejoice and sing with hearts sincere,
as if we feel its very first embrace.

It's sad to think that soon will come a day,
maybe tomorrow, and the trees will be
still in the alley, blooming, feeling free,
while we will die and slowly rot away.

A wail can be heard in the autumn
The woods in a wild voice are calling,
Long trumpets are blown in the valley
And echoes a doina in mourning.

With the heavy armors of late fall
the pool wants to lure us again
The boat seems alive, it launches a call
and the willows respond with a soft echo then.

Copses, and wind, and eighteen years aglow...
The street where chestnuts and acacias grow,
spring in a pool is born and will persist,
the days by the remembrance now are kissed...