From a mountain peak...[De pe un vârf...] - Veronica Micle

From a mountain peak I slowly was descending to a vale
All alone on the thin trail
In my mind feeling a thrill,

And to charming times was flying, times that I had left behind,
My despondent wistful mind
And did that against my will.

About gladness I was thinking and the pleasures of my own,
Which the world had never known,
And while climbing down the side,

Near a stream with cold clean water flowing on the barren ground,
On a rock, gazing around,
I stopped briefly and I sighed.

Gurgled sweetly, without clamor, and its ripples flowed away
In my soul making their way
With their voice doleful and clear,

While a foreign bird was coming. following some unseen trails
Over the translucent waves.
And was slowly drawing near;

The clear water making ripples and that bird so nice and free,
Which was filling me with glee,
To stop both I was inclined.

And in that pacific moment your love from the distant past,
Which in ashes turned too fast,
Somehow lingered in my mind.

Then that vagrant bird abruptly stretched its wings with a faint scream
Touching gently the small stream
And soared fast into the air,

While the cold and limpid waters headed to a waterfall
Rolling on a rocky wall,
Wavering to fall down there.

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English

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