How much we loved each other and we thought [Cât ne iubeam, şi cum credeam odată]
How much we loved each other and we thought
That our sincere affection would endure,
That what we had in mind were notions pure
About that world perpetual we sought!
Time and again, my wish to hold you tight
Against my chest, more ardent was and great,
And on my heart it put a heavy weight:
The day I die... and tears obscured your sight...
Today, it's just a tale, not even sore,
Because all things came quickly to an end;
There's not a trace of what it was before,
So many vain illusions, my dear friend!
A sign, a kerchief waving at the door.
And then we in forgetfulness descend.
poem by Alexandru Vlahuţă, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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