There was, as in the fairy tales, 
As ne'er in the time's raid, 
There was, of famous royal blood 
A most beautiful maid. 

 She was her parents' only child, 
Bright like the sun at noon, 
Like the Virgin midst the saints 
And among stars the moon. 

 From the deep shadow of the vaults 
Her step now she directs 
Toward a window; at its nook 
Bright Evening-star expects. 

 She looks as in the distant seas 
He rises, darts his rays 
And leads the blackish, loaded ships 
On the wet, moving, ways. 

 To look at him every night 
Her soul her instincts spur; 
And as he looks at her for weeks 
He falls in love with her. 

 And as on her elbows she leans 
Her temple and her whim 
She feels in her heart and soul that 
She falls in love with him. 

 And ev'ry night his stormy flames 
More stormily renew 
When in the shadow of the castle 
She shows to his bright view. 

 * * 

 And to her room with her slow steps 
He bears his steps and aims 
Weaving out of his sparkles cold 
A toil of shaking flames. 

 And when she throws upon her bed 
Her tired limbs and reposes, 
He glides his light along her hands 
And her sweet eyelash closes. 

 And from the mirror on her shape 
A beam has spread and burns, 
On her big eyes that beat though closed 
And on her face that turns. 

 Her smiles view him; the mirror shows 
Him trembling in the nook 
For he is plunging in her dream 
So that their souls may hook. 

 She speaks with him in sleep and sighs 
While her heart's swelled veins drum: 
-"O sweet Lord of my fairy nights, 
Why comest thou not? Come! 

 Descend to me, mild Evening-star 
Thou canst glide on a beam, 
Enter my dwelling and my mind 
And over my life gleam!" 

 And he listens and trembles and 
Still more for her love craves 
And as quick as the lightning he 
Plunges into the waves. 

 The water in that very spot 
Moves rolling many rings 
And out of the unknown, dark, depth 
A superb young man springs. 

 As on a threshold o'er the sill 
His hasty steps he leads, 
Holds in his hand a staff with, at 
Its top, a crown of reeds! 

 A young Voivode he seems to be 
With soft and golden hair; 
A blue shroud binds in a knot on 
His naked shoulder fair. 

 The shade of his face is of wax 
And thou canst see throughout - 
A handsome dead man with live eyes 
That throw their sparkles out. 

 -"From my sphere hardly I come to 
Follow thy call and thee, 
The heaven is my father and 
My mother is the sea. 

 So that I could come to thy room 
And look at thee from near 
With my light reborn from waves my 
Fate toward thee I steer. 

 O come, my treasure wonderful 
And thy world leave aside; 
For I am Evening-star up from 
And thou wouldst be my bride. 

 In my palace of coral I'll 
Take thee for evermore 
And the entire world of the sea 
Will kneel before thy door." 

 -"O thou art beautiful as but 
In dreams an angel shows, 
The way though thou hast oped for me 
For me's for ever close. 

 Thy port and mien and speech are strange 
Life thy gleams don't impart, 
For I'm alive and thou art dead 
And thy eyes chill my heart." 

 * * 

 Days have past since: but Evening-star 
Comes up againd and stays 
Just as before, spreading o'er her 
His clear, translucent rays. 

 In sleep she would remember him 
And, as before, her whole 
Wish for the Master of the waves 
Is clinching now her soul. 

 -"Descend to me, mild Evening-star 
Thou canst glide on a beam, 
Enter my dwelling and my mind 
And over my life gleam!" 

 He hears: and from the dire despair 
Of such an woeful weird 
He dies, and the heavens revolve 
Where he has disappeared. 

 Soon in the air flames ruddy spread, 
The world in their grip hold; 
A superb form the spasms of the 
Chaotic valleys mold. 

 On his locks of black hair he bears 
His crown a fierce fire frames; 
He floats as he really comes 
Swimming in the sun's flames. 

 His black shroud lets develop out 
His arms marbly and hale; 
He pensively and sadly brings 
His face awfully pale. 

 But his big wonderful eyes' gleam, 
Chimerically deep, 
Shows two unsatiated spasms 
That but into dark peep. 

 -"From my sphere hardly I come to 
Follow thy voice, thy sight; 
The bright sun is my father and 
My mother is the night. 

 O come, my treasure wonderful 
And thy world leave aside 
For I am Evening-star from up 
And thou wouldst be my bride. 

 O come, and upon thy blond hair 
Crowns of stars I shall crowd, 
And more that all of them, up there, 
Thou wild look fair and proud." 

 -"O thou art beautiful as but 
In dreams a demon shows, 
The way though hast oped for me 
For me's for ever close. 

 The depths of my breast ache from the 
Desire of thy fierce love 
My heavy, big eyes also ache 
When into them thine shove". 

 -"But how wouldst thou that I come down? 
Know this - for, do I lie? -: 
I am immortal, while thou art 
One of those that must die!" 

 -"I hate big words, nor do I know 
How to begin my plea; 
And although thy discourse is clear 
I don't understand thee. 

 But if thou wantest my flamed love 
And that would not be sham, 
Come down on this temporal earth, 
Be mortal as I am!" 

 -"I'd lose my immortality 
For but one kiss of thine! 
Well, I will show thee how much too 
For thy fierce love I pine! 

 Yes, I shall be reborn from sin, 
Receive another creed: 
From that endlessness to which I 
Am tied, I shall be freed!" 

 And out he went, he went, went out, 
Loving a human fay, 
He plucked himself off from the sky, 
Went for many a day. 

 * * 

 Meanwhile, the house-boy, Catalin, 
Sly, and who often jests 
When he's filling with wine the cups 
Of the banqueting guests; 

 A page that carries step by step 
The trail of the Queen's gown, 
A wandering bastard, but bold 
Like no one in the town; 

 His little cheek - a peony 
That under the sun stews; 
Watchful, just like a thief, he sneaks 
In Catalina's views. 

 -"How beautiful she grew" - thinks he - 
"A flower just to pluck! 
Now, Catalin, but now it is 
Thy chance to try thy luck!" 

 And by the way, hurriedly, he 
Corners that human fay: 
-"What's with thee, Catalin? Let me 
Alone and go thy way!" 

 -"No! I want thee to stay away 
From thoughts that have no fun. 
I want to see thee only laugh, 
Give me a kiss, just one!" 

 -"I don't know what it is about 
And, believe me, retire! 
But for one Evening-star up from 
I've kept my strong desire!" 

 -"If thou dost not know I could show 
Thee all about love's balm! 
Only, don't give way to thy ire 
And listen and be calm. 

 So as the hunter throws the net 
That many birds would harm, 
When I'll stretch my left arm to thee, 
Enlace me with thy arm. 

 Under my eyes keep thine and don't 
Let them move on their wheels 
And if I lift thee by the waist 
Thou must lift on thy heels. 

 When I bend down my face, to hold 
Thine up must be thy strife; 
So, to each other we could throw 
Sweet, eager, looks for life. 

 And so that thou have about love 
A knowledge true and plain, 
When I stoop to kiss thee, thou must 
Kiss me too and again." 

 With much bewilderment her mind 
The little boy's word fills, 
And shyly and nicely now she 
Wills not, and now she wills. 

 And slowly she tells him:- "Since thy 
Childhood I've known thy wit, 
And as thou art and glib and small 
My temper thou wouldst fit. 

 But Evening-star sprung from the calm 
Of the oblivion, 
Though, gives horizon limitless 
To the sea lone and dun. 

 And secretly, I close my eyes 
For my eyelash tears dim 
When the waves of the sea go on 
Travelling toward him. 

 He shines with love unspeakable 
So that my pains he'd leach, 
But higher and higher soars, so 
That his hand I'd ne'er reach. 

 Sadly thrusts from the worlds which from 
My soul his cold ray bar... 
I shall love him for ever and 
For ever he'll rove far. 

 Like the unmeasured steppes my days 
Are deaf and wild, therefore, 
But my nights spread a holy charm 
I understand no more!" 

 -"Thou art a child! Let's go! Through new 
Lands our own fate let's frame! 
Soon they shall have lost our trace and 
Forgot even our name! 

 We shall be both wise, glad and whole 
As my judgement infers 
And thou wouldst not long for thy kin 
Nor yearn for Evening-stars!" 

 * * 

 Then Evening-star went out. His wings 
Grow, into heavens dash, 
And on his way millenniums 
Flee in less than a flash. 

 Below, a depth of stars; above, 
The heaven stars begem, - 
He seems an endless lightning that 
Is wandering through them. 

 And from the Chaos' vales he sees 
How in an immense ring 
Round him, as in the World's first day, 
Lights from their sources spring; 

 How, springing, they hem him like an 
Ocean that swimming nears... 
He flees carried by his desire 
Until he disappears. 

 For that region is boundless and 
Searching regards avoids 
And Time strive vainly there to come 
To life from the dark voids. 

 'Tis nought. 'Tis, though, thirst that sips him 
And which he cannot shun, 
'Tis depth unknown, comparable 
To blind oblivion. 

 -"From that dark, choking, endlessness 
Into which I am furled, 
Father, undo me, and for e'er 
Be praised in the whole world! 

 Ask anything for this new fate 
For with mine I am through: 
O hear my prayer, O my Lord, for 
Thou gives life and death too. 

 Take back my endlessness, the fires 
That my being devour 
And in return give me a chance 
To love but for an hour! 

 I've come from Chaos; I'd return 
To that my former nest... 
And as I have been brought to life 
From rest, I crave for rest!" 

 -"Hyperion, that comest from 
The depths with the world's swarm, 
Do not ask signs and miracles 
That have no name nor form. 

 Thou wantest to count among men, 
Take their resemblance vain; 
But would now the whole mankind die 
Men will be born again. 

 But they are building on the wind 
Ideals void and blind; 
When human waves run into graves 
New waves spring from behind. 

 Fate's persecutions, lucky stars, 
They only are to own; 
Here we know neither time nor space, 
Death we have never known. 

 From the eternal yesterday 
Drinks what to-day will drain 
And if a sun dies on the sky 
A sun quickens again. 

 Risen as for ever, death though 
Follows them like a thorn 
For all are born only to die 
And die to be reborn. 

 But thou remainest wheresoe'er 
Thou wouldst set down or flee. 
Thou art of the prime form and an 
Eternal prodigy. 

 Thou wilt now hear the wondrous voice 
At whose bewitched singing 
Mounts woody get skipping to skies 
Into sea Island sinking! 

 Perhaps thou wilt more: show in deeds 
Thy sense of justice, might, 
Out of the earth's lumps make an empire 
And settle on its height! 

 I can give thee millions of vessels 
And hosts; thou, bear thy breath 
O'er all the lands, o'er all the oceans: 
I cannot give thee death. 

 For whom thou wantest then to die? 
Just go and see what's worth 
All that is waiting there for thee 
On that wandering earth!" 

 * * 

 His first dominion on the sky 
Hyperion restores 
And like in his first day, his light 
All o'er again he pours. 

 For it is evening and the night 
Her duty never waives. 
Now the moon rises quietly 
And shaking from the waves, 

 And upon the paths of the groves 
Her sparkles again drone... 
Under the row of linden-trees 
Two youths sit all alone. 

 -"O darling, let my blessed ear feel 
How thy heart's pulses beat, 
Under the ray of thy eyes clear 
And unspeakably sweet. 

 With the charms of their cold light pierce 
My thought's faery glades, 
Pour an eternal quietness 
On my passion's dark shades. 

 And there, above, remain to stop 
Thy woe's violet stream, 
For thou art my first source of love 
And also my last dream!" 

 Hyperion beholds how love 
Their eyes equally charms: 
Scarcely his arm touches her neck, 
She takes him in her arms. 

 The silvery blooms spread their smells 
And their soft cascade strokes 
The tops of the heads of both youths 
With long and golden locks. 

 And all bewitched by love, she lifts 
Her eyes toward the fires 
Of the witnessing Evening-star 
And trusts him her desires: 

 -"Descend to me, mild Evening-star 
Thou canst glide on a beam, 
Enter my forest and my mind 
And o'er my good luck gleam!" 

 As he did it once, into woods, 
On hills, his rays he urges, 
Guiding throughout so many wilds 
The gleaming, moving, surges. 

 But he falls not as he did once 
From his height into swells: 
-"What matters thee, clod of dust, if 
'Tis me or some one else? 

 You live in your sphere's narrowness 
And luck rules over you - 
But in my steady world I feel 
Eternal, cold and true!" 

English version by Petre Grimm
Transcribed by Andrei Giurgiu
School No 10, Focsani, Romania
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