On the train [În tren]
It's racket, the train is ready to go
All sorts of weird strangers now get in the car.
It's seven and ten, my worries do grow,
I turn to the window, I'm feeling bizarre.
Hey, driver, go on, we've got rather bored,
It's time, blows the whistle, a rumor is heard,
I feel that is moving, O, help us, Good Lord!
The dark hasty shadows pass by like a bird.
The voice of the sorrow is silent right now,
I'm wiping my forehead, I'm squeezing my eyes
My soul seems to waver and I'm feeling low,
Hey, driver, go on, before my heart cries!
We're leaving behind, as we pass through the lands,
Tall signals, and switches, and cars, and white steam.
We see people passing, with flags in their hands,
While this shiny train goes fast like a stream.
Goodbye and farewell pretty town and dear friends,
Goodbye, my dear past, so sweet, but still vain!
At curves, when the train is creaking and bends,
I open the window and hail you again!
The town stays behind and shines in the light,
But churches and houses will soon disappear.
In front, a green blanket fills me with delight
And this crazy train is quick like a deer.
The scenery changes – some sights gray and dim,
A plain, on which shadows of clouds now repose,
A road all alone, a small forest, grim,
With dry trees on which one can see nests of crows.
The whole earth is spinning with very much ease
And so is the ground of this flat and large plain,
We're going ahead like a swift summer breeze,
While white railway chalets are watching the train.
poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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