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O mother, darling mother, lost in time's formless haze 
Amidst the leaves' sweet rustle you call my name always; 
Amidst their fluttering murmur above your sacred grave  
I hear you softly whisper whene'er the branches wave; 
While o'er your tomb the willows their autumn raiment heap.
For ever wave the branches, and you for ever sleep.
When l shall die, beloved, do not beside me mourn, But break a branch of blossom that does the lime adorn, And take it very softly, and plant it at my head; I'll feel its shadow growing as on the soil it's shed; And watered by the tears that you for sorrow weep.
For ever grow that shadow, and l for ever sleep.
And should it be together that we shall die one day, They shall not in some cemet'ry our separate bodies lay, But let them dig a grave near where the river flows And in a single coffin them both together close; That l to time eternal my love beside me keep.
For ever wail the water, and we for ever sleep.
------------- English version by Corneliu M.
Popescu Transcribed by Alexandru Grosu School No.
10, Focsani, Romania

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What is love ? A lifetime spent  
Of days that pain does fill, 
That thousand tears can't content, 
But asks for tears still.
With but a little glance coquet Your soul it knows to tie, That of its spell you can't forget Until the day you die.
Upon your threshold does it stand, In every nook conspire, That you may whisper hand in hand Your tale of heart's aspire.
Till fades the very earth and sky, Your heart completely broken, And all the world hangs on a sigh, A word but partly spoken.
It follows you for weeks and weeks And in your soul assembles The memory of blushing cheeks And eyelash fair that trembles.
It comes to you a sudden ray As though of starlight's spending, How many and many a time each day And every night unending.
For of your life has fate decreed That pain shall it enfold, As does the clinging water-weed About a swimmer hold.
-------- English version by Corneliu M.
Popescu Transcribed by Alina Micu School No.
10, Focsani, Romania
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With the curtains drawn together, 
At my table of rough wood,  
And the firelight flickering softly, 
Do I fall to thoughtful mood.
Flocks and flocks of sweet illusions, Memories the mind recalls, And they softly creep like crickets Through time's grey and crumbled walls; Or they drop with gentle patter On the pavement of the soul, As does wax before God's altar From the sacred candles roll.
About the room in every corner Silver webs the spiders sew, While among the dusty bookshelves Furtive mice soft come and go.
And I gaze towards the ceiling That so many times I saw, And listen how the bindings With their tiny teeth they gnaw.
O, how often have I wanted My worn lyre aside to lay; From poetry and solitude At last my thoughts to turn away.
But again the mice, the crickets, With their small and rustling tread Awake in me familiar logings And with poetry fill my head.
Once in a while, alast too rarely, When my lamp is burning late, Suddenly my heart beats wildly For I hear the latch-bar grate.
It is She.
My dusky chamber In a moment seems to glow; As if an icon's holy lustre Did o'er life's threshold flow.
And I know not how the moments Have the heart away to sneak, While we whisper low our loving, Hand in hand, and cheek to cheek.
English version by Corneliu M.
Popescu Transcribed by Delia Nita School No.
9, Focsani, Romania Teacher coordinator: Radita Neagu *
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One wish alone have I: 
In some calm land 
Beside the sea to die; 
Upon its strand 
That I forever sleep, 
The forest near, 
A heaven clear 
Stretched o'er the peaceful deep.
No candles shine, Nor tomb I need, instead Let them for me a bed Of twigs entwine.
That no one weeps my end, Nor for me grieves, But let the autumn lend Tongues to the leaves, When brooklet ripples fall With murmuring sound, And moon is found Among the pine-trees tall, While softly rings The wind its trembling chime And over me the lime Its blossom flings.
As I will then no more A wanderer be, Let them with fondness store My memory.
And Lucifer the while, Above the pine, Good comrade mine, Will on me gently smile; In mournful mood, The sea sing sad refrain.
And I be earth again In solitude.
------------ English version by Corneliu M.
Popescu Transcribed by Oana Dumitrache School No.
10, Focsani, Romania
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"O remain, dear one, I love you, 
Stay with me in my fair land, 
For your dreamings and longings 
Only I can understand.
You, who like a prince reclining O'er the pool with heaven starred; You who gaze up from the water With such earnest deep regard.
Stay, for where the lapping wavelets Shake the tall and tasseled grass, I will make you hear in secret How the furtive chamois pass.
Oh, I see you wrapped in magic, Hear your murmur low and sweet, As you break the shallow water With your slender naked feet; See you thus amidst the ripples Which the moon's pale beams engage, And your years seem but an instant, And each instant seems an age.
" Thus spake the woods in soft entreaty; Arching boughs above me bent, But I whistled high, and laughing Out into the open went.
Now though e'en I roamed that country How could I its charm recall.
Where has boyhood gone, I wonder, With its pool and woods and all? ---------- English version by Corneliu M.
Popescu Transcribed by Gabriela Brancovici School No.
10, Focsani, Romania

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'Tis eve on the hillside, the bagpipes are distantly wailing, 
Flocks going homewards, and stars o'er the firmament sailing, 
Sound of the bubbling spring sorrow's legend narrating, 
And beneath a tall willow for me, dear one, you are waiting.
The wandering moon up the heavens her journey is wending, Big-eyed you watch through the boughs her gold lantern ascending, Now over the dome of the sky all the planets are gleaming, And heavy your breast with its longing, your brow with its dreaming.
Cornfields bright flooded with beams by the clouds steeply drifted, Old cottage gables of thatch to the moonlight uplifted, The tall wooden arm of the well in the wind softly grating, And the shepherd-boy's pipe from the sheep-pen sad "doina" relating.
The peasants, their scythes on their backs, from their labour are coming, The sound of the "toaca" its summons more loudly is drumming, While the clang of the village church bell fills the evening entire, And with longing for you like a ****** my soul is on fire.
O, soon will the village be silent and scarce a light burning, O, soon eager steps to the hillside again I'll be turning, And all the night long I will clasp you in love's hungry fashion, And in secret we'll tell to each other the tale of our passion.
Till at last we will fall fast asleep neath the shade of that willow, Your lips drawn aside in a smile and your breast for my pillow, O, to live one such beautiful night all these wonders fulfilling And barter the rest of existence, who would not be willing? English version by Corneliu M.
Popescu Transcribed by Catalina Stoica School No.
10, Focsani, Romania
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Two candles, tall sentry, beside an earth mound, 
A dream with wings broken that trail to the ground,  
Loud flung from the belfry calamitous chime.
'Tis thus that you passed o'er the bound'ries of time.
Gone by are the hours when the heavens entire Flowed rivers of milk and grew flowers of fire, When the thunderous clouds were but castles erect Which the moon like a queen each in turn did inspect.
I see you a shadow bright silver transcending, With wings high uplifted to heaven ascending, I see you slow climbing through the sky's scaffold bars Midst a tempest of light and a snowstorm of stars; While the witches the sound of their spinning prolong, Exalted in sunshine, swept up by a song, O'er your breast like a saint you white arms crossed in prayer, And gold on the water, and silver in the air.
I see your soul's parting, its flight I behold; Then glaze at the clay that remains .
mute and cold, At the winding-sheet clung to the coffin's rude sill, At your smile sweet and candid, that seems alive still.
And i ask times unending my soul torn with doubt, O why, pallid angel, your light has gone out, For were you not blameless and wonderfully fair ? Have you gone to rekindle a star in despair ? I fancy on high there are wings without name, Broad rivers of fire spanned by bridges of flame, Strange castles that spires till the zenith up fling, With stairways of incense and flowers that sing.
And you wonder among them, a worshipful queen, With hair of bright starlight and eyes vespertine, In a tunic of turquoise bespattered with gold, While a wreath of green laurels does your forehead enfold.
O, death is a chaos, an ocean of stars gleaming, While life is a quagmire of doubts and of dreaming, Oh, death is an aeon of sun-blazoned spheres, While life but a legend of wailing and tears.
Trough my head beats a whirlwind, a clamorous wrangle Of thoughts and of dreams that despair does entangle; For when suns are extinguished and meteors fail The whole universe seems to mean nothing at all.
Maybe that one day the arched heavens will sunder, And down through their break all the emptiness thunder, Void's night o'er the earth its vast nothing extending, The loot of an instant of death without ending.
If so, then forever your flame did succumb, And forever your voice from today will be dumb.
If so, then hereafter can bring no rebirth.
If so, then this angel was nothing but earth.
And thus, lovely soil that breath has departed, I stand by your coffin alone broken-hearted; And yet i don't weep, rather praise for its fleeing Your ray softly crept from this chaos of being.
For who shell declare which is ill and which well, The is, or the isn't ? Can anyone tell ? For he who is not, even grief can't destroy, And oft is the grieving, and seldom the joy.
To exist! O, what nonsense, what foolish conceit; Our eyes but deceive us, our ears but cheat, What this age discovers, the next will deny, For better just nothing than naught a lie.
I see dreams in men's clothing that after dreams chase, But that tumble in tombs ere the end of the race, And i search in may soul how this horror to fly, To laugh like a madman ? To curse ? Or to cry ? O, what is the meaning ? What sense does agree ? The end of such beauty, had that what to be ? Sweet seraph of clay where still lingers life's smile, Just in order to die did you live for a while ? O, tell me the meaning.
This angel or clod ? I find on her forehead no witness of God.
English version by Corneliu M.
Popescu Transcribed by Ana- Maria Ene School No.
10, Focsani, Romania
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"Forest, trusted friend and true, 
Forest dear, how do you do? 
Since the day i saw you last 
Many, many years have passed 
And though you still steadfast stand 
I have traveled many a land.
" "Yea, and I, what have I done? Watched the years their seasons run; Heard the squalls that through me groan Ere my singing birds have flown; Heard the creaking of my bough Neath the mounted winter snows.
Yea indeed, what have I done? Done as I have always done; Felt my summer leaves re-growing, Heard the village girls who going By the path that meets the spring Melancholy do in a sing.
" "Forest, though the tempests blow, The years come and the years go, And the seasons wax and wane, You are ever young again.
" "What of seasons, when for ages All the sky my lake engages; What of years ill or good, When the sap mounts in the wood; What of years or ill, When the Danube rolls on still.
Only man is always changing, O'er the world forever ranging; We each do our place retain, As we were, so we remain; Oceans, rivers, mountains high And the stars that light the sky, Saturn with its whirling rings, And the forest with its springs.
" --------- English version by Corneliu M.
Popescu Transcribed by Cristinel Sebe School No.
10, Focsani, Romania
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On the pond bright sparks are falling, 
Wavelets in the sunlight glisten ; 
Gazing on the woods with rapture , 
Do I let my spirit capture 
Drowsiness, and lie and listen.
Quails are calling.
All the silent water sleeping Of the streams and of the rivers ; Only where the sun is shining Thousand circles there designing As with fright its surface shivers, Swiftly leaping.
Pipe the birds midst woods concealing, Which of us their language guessing ? Birds of endless kinds and races Chirp amidst its leafy places And what wisdom they expressing And what feeling.
Asks the cuckoo: "Who has seen Our beloved summer idol , Beautiful beyond all praising Through her languid lashes gazing, Pur most lovely, tender, bridal, Forest queen ?" Bends the lime with gentle care Her sweet body to embower ; In the breeze his branches singing Lift her in their arms upswinging, While a hundred blossoms shower On her hair.
Asks the brooklet as it flows : " Where has gone my lovely lady ? She, who evening hour beguiling, In my silver surface smiling, Broke its mirror deep and shady With her toes ?" I replied:" O forest, she Comes no more, no more returning ! Only you, great oaks, still dreaming Violet eyes, like flowers gleaming, That the summer through were yearning Just for me.
" Happy then, alone we twain, Through the forest brush-wood striding ! Sweet enchanted tale of wonder That the darkness broke asunder.
Dear, wherever you'd be hiding, Come again ! English version by Corneliu M.
Popescu Transcribed by Monica Dima School No.
10, Focsani, Romania
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Come to the forest spring where wavelets 
Trembling o'er the pebbles glide 
And the drooping willow branches 
Its secluded threshold hide.
Eagerly your arms outstreching, Hurry dear to my embrace, That the breeze your hair will gather And uplift it from your face.
On my knees you will be seated Just we two alone, alone While upon your curls disordered Are the lime-tree's blossoms strown.
Forehead pale and tresses golden On my shoulder you incline, And your lip's delicious plunder Raise up willingly to mine.
We will dream a dream of fairies Rocked by secret lullaby, Which the lovely spring is chanting And the winds that wander by.
Midst that harmony thus sleeping Woodland tales our thoughts enthrall, And upon our bodies softly Do the lime-trees petal fall.
English version by Corneliu M.
Popescu * Transcribed by Octavian Rachieru School No.
10, Focsani, Romania *