Paul Celan

                                                                                                         

CEL CE INIMA-ŞI SMULGE DIN PIEPT

Cel ce inima-şi smulge din piept, trandafirul atinge,
ale lui sunt petala şi spinul,
lui îi aşterne lumina pe talger,
lui îi umple paharul cu adieri,
lui îi susură umbrele dragostei.

Cel ce-şi smulge inima din piept şi-o zvîrle înalt,
nimereşte la ţintă,
piatra cu pietre ucide,
lui orologiul sîngele-şi sună,
lui vremea, din palmă, ceasul îi bate,
cu mingi mai frumoase se poate juca
şi poate de tine vorbi şi de mine.



THAT WHO TEARS OUT HIS HEART FROM HIS CHEST

That who tears out his heart from his chest, touches the rose,
his are the petal and the thorn,
for him spreads the light on the plate,
for him fills the glass with breeze,
for him whisper the shadows of love .

Who his heart tears out from his chest and throws it high
gets to the target,
the stone with stones kills,
for him the blood sounds his clock ,
the time, from his palm, its hour beats,
with balls more beautiful can play
and can talk about you and about me.