What is love? [Ce e amorul?]
What is love? It is a vice,
Which gives us such a pain
That not a thousand tears suffice
And asks for more again.
If only briefly you have met
It binds your soul forever
And if you try hard to forget
In vain is your endevour.
But if it's waiting all the day
In dark and secret places
Where lovers use to meet half-way
And you want her embraces:
Heavens and Earth become so blurred,
Your chest rises and falls
And all the things hang by a word
Half-said when love befalls.
And you'll remeber weeks on ends
Her gait and how she shuddered
How passionate you shook your hands
And how her lashes fluttered.
And luminaries in the sky,
The sun and moon together,
Watching your steps with careful eye
Will shine on you forever.
For this has always been your lot
To love, to have a bond
And now you feel like you've been caught
By creepers in the pond.
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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