SEPARATION
To not forget our loving, should I a
sign
implore?
I'd ask for you, but dearest, you are
your own no more.
Nor do I beg a flower from in your
golden hair;
Forgetfulness, beloved, is but my
single prayer.
Oh, what a sad sensation, when joy that soon did wane,
Not swift with it to vanish, but ever
here remain!
Down quite a different valley does that
same river fret;
The long and silent sameness of
immutable regret
When through this life to wander it has
been writ, it seem,
A dream made out of shadow, a shadow
made of dream.
From now in my existence what interest
can you hold?
Why should one count the ages that o'er
the dead are rolled?
No matter when I die, this or some
later day,
My wish is out o'the mind of all to I
pass away,
And you forget the dream that our two
hearts endears.
When you look back, beloved, upon the
faded years,
Let in the depths of shadow my
memory be gone,
As though we midst our loving each other
had not known,
As though those hours of wonder in fact
we did not live.
That I so deeply love you dear one can
you forgive?
My face turned to the desert you left
me all alone
And cold beneath my eyelids my eyes
have turned to stone.
And when at last death's soil my body
does reclaim,
Then who on earth will know me or know
from whence I came?
A chant of lamentation within cold
walls will chime
To beg for me in weeping the peace of
endless time;
And I would fain that someone quite near
to me then came
To whisper to me softly, beloved one,
your name.
While then ... should they my body into
the gutter throw,
Still that would be far bitter than
what I suffer now.
Afar off in the distance a flock of
crows arise
And darken all the heavens before my
sightless eyes;
Beyond the earth's steep margin a
hurricane does start,
Flinging to the world my dust and to
the wind my heart.
Yet as
in spring the blossom do you remain the while,
With gentle eyes and humid, and tender
childish smile;
So much a child, yet seeming each day
to younger grow
And of my fate know nothing, as I
too nothing know.
English
version by Corneliu M. Popescu
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