I have one last caprice [Mai am un singur dor]
I have one last caprice
When evening falls on me
To let me die in peace
By the majestic sea.
To have a pleasant sleep,
The woods to be nearby,
Wherever I shall peep
To see the clear blue sky.
No banners at my head,
No coffin dear or suits,
But weave me a nice bed
Of green and tender shoots.
Don't wail with gloomy face
And gather all around,
The autumn with its grace
Will lay leaves on the ground.
And when I hear the tune
And feel the spring how stirs,
Above will glide the moon
Through branches and through firs.
The bell will gently quake
When wind is running free,
The linden tree will shake
Its branches over me.
And since I quit my quest
For I am stiff and cold
I'll cherish when I rest
My memories of old.
The morning stars will rise
From shadow with much ease,
They'll friendly light my eyes
And smile above the trees.
The sea will mourn and play
A music of its own...
But I'll be dust and clay,
Forgotten and alone.
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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