When night is deep... [Când noaptea e adâncă...] - Veronica Micle

When night is deep and quiet and no one is nearby,
When even the sweet breeze on leaves has found its rest
And bright and vagrant moon glides on the cloudless sky
And all the sleeping earth by moonlight is caressed,

Then, my poetic soul, which knows you went away,
Awake and without pause strains ceaselessly its sight,
And for resents the noise and bustle of the day
It likes so much to hear the silence of the night.

But what it hears when I cannot perceive a sound
Who knows, yet a sweet charm arises from my chest,
And the horizon looks so narrow and profound
And this gigantic world seems like a tiny nest.

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


see more poems written by: Veronica Micle



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