Zamphyra's wedding [Nunta Zamfirei]
The earth is long and wide a bit
But rich like Arrow, gentle, fit,
There was no ruler to outshine
And had a daughter, so divine,
A holy icon in a shrine
To worship it.
That many came to ask her hand,
It isn't hard to understand,
But from all princes who drew near
And crossed the threshold without fear,
The most attractive and most dear
She did demand.
The most beloved! He came by
From the far East, where sun is shy,
A handsome prince, tender and slim,
The girl fell instantly for him,
For Viorel, not on a whim;
He caught her eye.
The word spread quickly, with much ease
And hovered over lands and seas,
Which didn't seem to be so vast,
So at the wedding all were asked
Through that fine word running as fast
As summer breeze.
This word, which left the day before,
Today has traveled even more
And all the kings who live and thrive
Do not expect it to arrive,
But it will vigorously strive
To reach their door.
And these great kings, is understood,
Rose from their thrones and ready stood,
To dress in purple did decide
And the sweet ladies, full of pride,
Put on rich clothes to please the bride,
Because they could.
After a short further delay
Arrived the eve of wedding day
And from the mountains, from the vales,
From overseas in boats with sails
All came, as in the happy tales,
In vast array.
From early dawn all had begun
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poem by George Coşbuc, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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