The longing [Dorul]
The longing burns inside my core
I wail and find no rest,
Ah! without wings I cannot soar
To reach your mellow breast!
I feel I'm dying here below
I'm helpless and I fear,
I never learn, I do not know,
A thing about you, dear.
At night in silence, I confess,
In pain I touch my scars,
And beg for comfort and caress
From moon and from the stars.
But they keep silent and have flown
Across the clear blue sky;
I sob for feeling all alone,
I'm empty and I cry.
poem by Alexandru Vlahuţă, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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