by Octavian Goga
Translated by Anne-Marie

Cries a blackbird in the forest

At the Dealu-Mare crossroads...

Slowly approaches the hill

A young man riding a horse...

 

Down, in an enamelled sunset,

Shines the mighty village church roof;

Neighs the restless horse and rises

To his home he wants to go...

On horseback sits the knight,

He is looking to the house,

With his sleeve shirt he is drying

Little tears from his own eyes...

Suddenly he urges the horse

And he is leading it to nowhere,

Firmly his eyelids are closed...

"Let's go, horsey, anywhere!..."

A horseshoe shatters the gutter

To the road belongs the horse...

Over scarcely leafed poplars

Falling down the twilight's tears...

 

PRIBEAG

By Octavian Goga

Plange-o mierla-ntr-o rachita

La rascruci de Dealu-Mare...

Suie-n pas domol razorul

Un voinic pe murg calare...

Jos, in smalt de soare-apune,

Turla satului straluce;

Sapa murgul si necheaza

Si-nspre vale vrea s-apuce...

Se inalta-n sea voinicul,

Vede-o casa intre poiene,

Si cu maneca camasii

Zvant-o lacrima din gene...

Intr-o clipa strange fraul

Si-l indeamna-n alta parte,

Darz pleoapele-si inchide...

"Du-ma, murgule, departe!..."

Sfarmand jgheabul cu potcoava

Drumului s-asterne murgul-

Peste plopi cu frunza rara

 

Cade-nlacrimat amurgul...