Up to the star that's just appeared
The journey's long, and so
For thousand years its light careered
To reach us here, below.
It may have faded on its way
Of old, in blue spheres bright
Though only now its shining ray
Unfolds to this our sight.
The image of the star that died
Comes slowly to the fore:
It used to be when it would hide -
We see what is no more.
And likewise, while our yearning dove
Died in the deepest night,
The light of the extinguished love
Still follows us in flight.
(Mihai Eminescu)
traducere: Andrei Bantas
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