Sparkling haze, across the heavens 
Rising slow the sliver moon, 
She has gathered from the water 
And upon the pastures strewn. 

In the valley many flowers 
On the cobwebs jewels strung, 
Countless gems, of countless colours, 
On the cloak of evening hung. 

O'er the lake the clouds in passing 
Cast a soft transparent shade, 
Which the ripples rolling boulders 
With their radiance invade. 

Came at night a little maiden 
Silently the reeds among, 
And a rose of flaming scarlet 
On the water surface flung. 

For her own sweet image gazing, 
Marvelled how the ripples stirred... 
Ay, that lake is long enchanted 
By the saint Mercuri's word. 

Flung a rose of flaming scarlet 
That the water's mirror blurred... 
Scarlet roses are enchanted 
By the saint Veneri's word. 

Long she gazes.Hair soft golden, 
O'er her face the moon's pale light, 
While within her eyes of violet 
All times fairy-tales unite. 

English version by Corneliu M. Popescu

Transcribed by Otilia Stanciu
School No. 10, Focsani, Romania
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