February, 2018
Oda (in metru antic) / Ode (in antique meter)
POSTED IN classic poetry, translated Romanian-English February 6, 2018
Oda (in metru antic)Nu credeam să-nvăţ a muri vrodată;
Pururi tânăr, înfăşurat în manta-mi,
Ochii mei nălţam visători la steaua
Sîngurătăţii.Când deodată tu răsărişi în cale-mi,
Suferinţă tu, dureros de dulce…
Pân-în fund băui voluptatea morţii
Ne’ndurătoare.Jalnic ard de viu chinuit ca Nessus.
Ori ca Hercul înveninat de haina-i;
Focul meu a-l stinge nu pot cu toate
Apele mării.De-al meu propriu vis, mistuit mă vaiet,
Pe-al meu propriu rug, mă topesc în flăcări…
Pot să mai re’nviu luminos din el ca
Pasărea Phoenix?Piară-mi ochii turburători din cale,
Vino iar în sân, nepăsare tristă;
Ca să pot muri liniştit, pe mine
Mie redă-mă!
Mihai Eminescu
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Ode (in antique meter)
Didn’t believe I’d ever learn to die;
Ever young, veiled in my toga,
My dreamy eyes I always raised to the star
Of solitude.When suddenly you emerged in my way,
deep agony, you, painfully sweet…
I drank to the bottom the voluptuousness of death
merciless.Doleful I burn alive tortured like Nessus.
Or like Hercules poisoned by his tunic;
My ardor to quench I cannot with all
waters of the sea.Devoured by my own dream, I sigh and moan,
On my own pyre, I am melting in flames…
May I resurrect luminous from it, like
the Phoenix Bird?Perish from my way the bewildering eyes,
Return to my heart, sweet indifference;
So I can peacefully die,
To me myself return!English version, Maria Magdalena Biela
A song
POSTED IN classic poetry, translated English-Romanian February 5, 2018
A songI wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
the handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.
I wish you were here, dear
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car,
and you’d shift the gear.
we’d find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we’d repair
To where we’ve been before.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims the water
that sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
to dial your number.
I wish you were here, dear,
in this hemisphere,
as I sit on the porch
sipping a beer.
It’s evening, the sun is setting;
boys shout and gulls are crying.
What’s the point of forgetting
If it’s followed by dying?
Joseph Brodsky
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Un cantecSa fii aici as vrea, draga mea
Sa fii aici as vrea.
As vrea ca eu sa pot sta
langa tine pe canapea.
Batista ar putea fi a ta
lacrima ar putea fi a mea, pe barbie
desi desigur s-ar putea
si invers sa fie.
Sa fii aici as vrea, draga mea
Sa fii aici as vrea.
as vrea sa fim in masina
si tu viteza ai schimba.
Altundeva ne-am putea regasi
pe-un tarm necunoscut
de nu, am putea reveni
la locul doar de noi stiut.
Sa fii aici as vrea, draga mea
Sa fii aici as vrea.
as vrea sa nu stiu astronomie
cand stelele-ar aparea
cand luna cutremura apa invinsa
ce ofteaza foind in somn bun
as vrea ca luna sa fie o fisa
telefonul sa-ti sun.
Sa fii aici , draga mea, as vrea
Sa fii in emisfera mea.
eu stand pe veranda
o bere as savura..
E seara, soarele-asfinteste ;
baietii si pescarusii tipa.
uitarea ce sens mai meneste
daca in moarte totul se-nfiripa ?In romaneste, Maria Magdalena Biela
