May [Mai]
May! May! and the aurora sheds many topaz tears,
May: the white lily's calyx, the flower of sweet love,
The voices of the foliage, the rays, the trance, the cheers,
Make me forget life's torture and that I'll die thereof.
May: and a boat is floating on the tranquil cold wave,
And morning sky is bluish, and spoonbills gloat indeed,
And moons pervade the heaven, serenity they crave,
Pure nenuphars are present, and silver pools, and reed.
And everywhere a nature so blonde, with so young face,
And in the sky Apollo, the god who's kind and smart,
Gives rein to his gold horses in a fantastic race
And from his shining carriage shots arrows in the heart.
poem by Alexandru Macedonski, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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