vineri, 3 iunie 2011

Juan Ramon Jimenez


A LUAT CU SINE VANTUL...

A luat cu sine vantul toti nourii tristetii.
E verdele gradinii nou nestemat tezaur ;
Se-ntorc in stoluri pasari pe urma frumusetii
Si asfintitul naste livezi-livezi, de aur.

Aprinde-ma, crepuscul ! Parfum ma fa. Scrumeste
Tu sufletu-mi, si fa-mi-l ca tine : apus de soare.
Desteapta-mi ce am vesnic, ce arde, ce iubeste...
Si vantul de uitare sa-si ia ceea ce doare.



THE WIND HAS TAKEN WITH HIM...


The wind has taken with him all the clouds of the sadness.
The green of the garden is now precious tresure ;
Birds are coming back in flocks on the footsteps of the beauty
And the dusk gives birth to orchards-orchards of gold.


Light me up, twilight ! Make me a fragrance. Ash
My soul and make it like you : a sunset.
Awake inside me what I have eternal, what is burning, what is loving...
May the wind of oblivion take with him what hurts...

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