If I could raise my hand... [Să pot întinde mâna...]
If I could raise my hand to gently touch your brow
The hair strands lying there I'd put aside right now,
I'd make it clear and pure as lilies white, sublime,
An icon of sweet love to worship all the time.
But like an evening star you sparkle far away
And just for a short while from there you come my way,
Then vanish in thin air; however, in my mind
I worship every day your vision dear and kind.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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