O, poetry, refined, divine [Frumoasă sfântă poezie]
O, poetry, refined, divine,
Which were my God, my only goal,
Your pleasurable vain design
How much was cherished by my soul!
When I grew up like any child
You were my idol from the start,
I was dynamic, I was wild,
And I adored your subtle art.
Then, for my piety was deep
And your myth wanted to pursue,
Although you were so vain and cheap
I sacrificed my soul to you.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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