Along the uneven row of poplars [Pe lângă plopii fără soţ]
Along the uneven row of poplars
I used to stroll a lot
And I was known by all your neighbours
But you, you knew me not.
Your window shining bright and good
I often stood and scanned
And everybody understood,
You didn't understand.
How many times I waited scared
A whisper of reply!
A single day, to know you cared,
A day to end my sigh.
At least an hour to be friends
And give our love a try
To listen how your voice ascends
An hour, and then die.
If from your eye you would have let
A ray to fly afar
To meet the coming ages net
It would have lit a star;
You would have lived eternally
And many lives, I know
And with your cold arms, certainly
You would have turned to snow.
A face that many want to cherish
But nobody possess
Except for fairies without blemish
Who live in their recess.
I loved you with my pagan eyes
That strived in agony
Which I'd been given by my wise
And distant ancestry.
Today, I do not feel ashamed
That seldom walk that way
It is in vain you turn your head
Because I look away.
'Cause you are now like all the others
You walk and dress the same
I look at you, but my heart hovers,
The eyes have lost the flame.
You should have let yourself imbued
With all that holy charm
And lit the candle while you could
For love can do no harm.
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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