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SONNET I
Limba Romana
SONET I
Loving in secret, I did silence hold
Deeming in this your clemency would dwell,
For when my searching eyes on yours fell
A world of shattered dreams they did behold.

I can no more. My aching love must tell
The mystery that does my heart enfold,
I wish I could drown within the radiance cold
Of that sweet soul that knows my own so well.

But look, my lips are parched with despair,
A thirsty fever does my eyes infest,
Sweet maiden, you, with long and golden hair.

But let your gentle breath my anguish wrest,
Your smile, with drunken joy, my soul ensnare;
Oh, end my pain at last... come to my breast.

Translated by

Corneliu M. Popescu
Loving in secret, I did silence hold
Deeming in this your clemency would dwell,
For when my searching eyes on yours fell
A world of shattered dreams they did behold.

I can no more. My aching love must tell
The mystery that does my heart enfold,
I wish I could drown within the radiance cold
Of that sweet soul that knows my own so well.

But look, my lips are parched with despair,
A thirsty fever does my eyes infest,
Sweet maiden, you, with long and golden hair.

But let your gentle breath my anguish wrest,
Your smile, with drunken joy, my soul ensnare;
Oh, end my pain at last... come to my breast.

Translated by

Corneliu M. Popescu
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