Two candles, tall sentry, beside an earth mound,
A dream with wings broken that trail to the
Loud flung from the belfry calamitous chime...
'Tis thus that you passed o'er the bound'ries
Gone by are the hours when the heavens entire
Flowed rivers of milk and grew flowers of
When the thunderous clouds were but castles
Which the moon like a queen each in turn did
I see you a shadow bright silver transcending,
With wings high uplifted to heaven ascending,
I see you slow climbing through the sky's
Midst a tempest of light and a snowstorm of
While the witches the sound of their spinning
Exalted in sunshine, swept up by a song,
O'er your breast like a saint you white arms
crossed in prayer,
And gold on the water, and silver in the air.
I see your soul's parting, its flight I behold;
Then glaze at the clay that remains ... mute
At the winding-sheet clung to the coffin's
At your smile sweet and candid, that seems
And i ask times unending my soul torn with
O why, pallid angel, your light has gone out,
For were you not blameless and wonderfully
Have you gone to rekindle a star in despair
I fancy on high there are wings without name,
Broad rivers of fire spanned by bridges of
Strange castles that spires till the zenith
With stairways of incense and flowers that
And you wonder among them, a worshipful queen,
With hair of bright starlight and eyes vespertine,
In a tunic of turquoise bespattered with gold,
While a wreath of green laurels does your
O, death is a chaos, an ocean of stars gleaming,
While life is a quagmire of doubts and of
Oh, death is an aeon of sun-blazoned spheres,
While life but a legend of wailing and tears.
Trough my head beats a whirlwind, a clamorous
Of thoughts and of dreams that despair does
For when suns are extinguished and meteors
The whole universe seems to mean nothing at
Maybe that one day the arched heavens will
And down through their break all the emptiness
Void's night o'er the earth its vast nothing
The loot of an instant of death without ending.
If so, then forever your flame did succumb,
And forever your voice from today will be
If so, then hereafter can bring no rebirth.
If so, then this angel was nothing but earth.
And thus, lovely soil that breath has departed,
I stand by your coffin alone broken-hearted;
And yet i don't weep, rather praise for its
Your ray softly crept from this chaos of being.
For who shell declare which is ill and which
The is, or the isn't ? Can anyone tell ?
For he who is not, even grief can't destroy,
And oft is the grieving, and seldom the joy.
To exist! O, what nonsense, what foolish conceit;
Our eyes but deceive us, our ears but cheat,
What this age discovers, the next will deny,
For better just nothing than naught a lie.
I see dreams in men's clothing that after dreams
But that tumble in tombs ere the end of the
And i search in may soul how this horror to
To laugh like a madman ? To curse ? Or to
O, what is the meaning ? What sense does agree
The end of such beauty, had that what to be
Sweet seraph of clay where still lingers life's
Just in order to die did you live for a while
O, tell me the meaning. This angel or clod
I find on her forehead no witness of God.
English version by Corneliu M. Popescu
Transcribed by Ana- Maria Ene
School No. 10, Focsani, Romania