La Steaua To the Star
La steaua care-a rasarit
E-o cale-atât de lunga,
Ca mii de ani i-au trebuit
Luminii sa ne-ajunga.
Poate de mult s-a stins în drum
În departari albastre,
Iar raza ei abia acum
Luci vederii noastre.
Icoana stelei ce-a murit
Încet pe cer se suie;
Era pe când nu s-a zarit,
Azi o vedem, si nu e.
Tot astfel când al nostru dor
Pieri în noapte-adânca,
Lumina stinsului amor
Ne urmareste înca.
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Up to the star that’s rising high
The journey is so long,
Years in thousands would go by
Its light to catch along.
Whithered on its way perhaps
Far in the distant blue,
Its ray just now timidly pops
Shining into our view.
The icon of the star that died
Slow to the sky had risen;
It lived when to our eyes was hide,
Today we see it, and it isn’t.
Just as our longing thereof
The deep dark night would kill,
The withered light of faded love
Is following us still.
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