Love [Amorul]
Sapphire stones, so blue and clear,
Filled by the light of serene sky
Look brighter and are nice and dear
In gold and platinum when lie.
The diamond on a pile of slags
Without its flames will soon remain,
And so a body dressed in rags
Can't make us cheer or go insane.
The best idea of the mind
When it is not properly clothed
In words majestic and refined
It's just a beggar and it's loathed.
The garb is lovely, I agree,
But when the passion vile and rude
Swells up the chest – the Love will be
Far more exquisite when it's nude.
poem by Alexandru Macedonski, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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