With your hand [Cu-a ta mână]
Sweet angel, with your hand divine,
When I was sad, lost in the mob,
You wiped those dreary eyes of mine
And you extinguished my deep sob.
May you be always safe and great,
With you around I had no fear
And I forgot my bitter fate
And that I was a stranger here.
poem by Alexandru Vlahuţă, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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