The carriage with Mr Mihai Eminescu glides silently, unseen

The carriage with Mr. Mihai Eminescu glides silently, unseen, Through the whispers of Iashi's stones, wrapped in its own mystery. How long and tiring is the journey through boundless realms, Emerging from the shadow of the past, with old, untouched stories. What secrets are hidden among the stars, in shining constellations? What mysteries sparkle in the vast cosmic night, trembling? From the parental home does the poet return? Or from the embrace of dusk, towards the living in sighs? On the dry cobblestones, the rhythm of horseshoes sings, A strange lament that the night echoes: The carriage with Mr. Eminescu, grand and silent, Traverses spiritual Iashi, where his memory is recognized. Some are born; others pass towards sunsets, Under the sighing acacias, with a heart full of longing. The linden trees weep silently when shadows grow denser, In the mystical night, where memories blend naturally. Fear grasps my soul at the edge of reality's veil, When the carriage with Mr. Eminescu begins its nocturnal round in Iashi. It moves always, ethereal on its course, With spectral horses gliding on streets of mist and smoke. As long as the soil of Romania is kissed by the light of dawn, The carriage with the poet Mihai Eminescu will traverse the night in its eternal stroll. In the sacred chronicles of a silent and eternal march, We must be prepared to welcome him in this spiritual ark. Even if our hearts are overwhelmed by a sad thought, Knowing that celestial carriage casts an endless spell: For the carriage with Mr. Eminescu, will be floating through Iashi, Never stopping, in an eternal dance under the shining moon. Eminescu, stay among us, poet, please stay a while longer, For by illuminating us, you will always watch over us in a darkened world. In the moonlit corridors of human thought, the carriage rises: With linden flowers and secrets, through the evening shadows, it ventures towards destiny. A metaphorical journey, through realms of astral truth, Eminescu's dreams whispering on the winds, continuing forever.