O, God! [O, Doamne!]
O, God! I beg for mercy, I'd like so much to die!
I haven't turned sixteen yet! But, lo, my life is dull,
My heart is full of sorrow, my hopes are vain and dry
And without friends I'm only a wretched empty hull!
I'd rather die abruptly. I cannot even weep,
And tears are sweet and charming if one has gone astray...
When from my eyes is useless to try some tears to reap,
I hope that death will give me its comfort in the clay.
poem by Iulia Haşdeu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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