"O remain, dear one, I love you, 
Stay with me in my fair land, 
For your dreamings and longings 
Only I can understand. 

You, who like a prince reclining 
O'er the pool with heaven starred; 
You who gaze up from the water 
With such earnest deep regard. 

Stay, for where the lapping wavelets 
Shake the tall and tasseled grass, 
I will make you hear in secret 
How the furtive chamois pass. 

Oh, I see you wrapped in magic, 
Hear your murmur low and sweet, 
As you break the shallow water 
With your slender naked feet; 

See you thus amidst the ripples 
Which the moon's pale beams engage, 
And your years seem but an instant, 
And each instant seems an age." 

Thus spake the woods in soft entreaty; 
Arching boughs above me bent, 
But I whistled high, and laughing 
Out into the open went. 

Now though e'en I roamed that country 
How could I its charm recall... 
Where has boyhood gone, I wonder, 
With its pool and woods and all? 

English version by Corneliu M. Popescu

Transcribed by Gabriela Brancovici
School No. 10, Focsani, Romania
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