The only luck... [Singurul noroc...]
The only luck and boon I knew
In this wide world, my only drive,
Was in my heart to wait for you
And always keep my wish alive.
The only plague which gave me pain
And made me feel a horrid fear
Was my tremendous bitter strain
For I had lost you, O, my dear.
Today, when my own heart is bare
And all the pains have gone away,
With irony I calmly stare
At my sweet dream of yesterday.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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