'Tis such a long way to
the star
Rising above our shore
It took its light to come
so far
Thousands of years and more.
It may have long died on
its way
Into the distant blue
And only now appears its
ray
To shine for us as true.
We see its icon slowly rise
And climb the canopy;
It lived when still unknown
to eyes,
We see what ceased to be.
And so it is when yearning
love
Dies into the deepest night:
Extinct its flame, still
glows above
And haunts us with its light. |
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La
steaua care-a rasarit
E-o
cale-atat de lunga,
Ca
mii de ani i-au trebuit
Luminii
sa ne-ajunga.
Poate
de mult s-a stins in drum
In
departari albastre
Iar
raza ei abia acum
Luci
privirii noastre.
Icoana
stelei ce-a murit
Incet
pe bolta suie:
Era
pe cand nu s-a zarit,
Azi
o vedem, si nu e.
Tot
astfel cand al nostru dor
Pieri
in noapte-adanca,
Lumina
stinsului amor
Ne
urmareste inca. |
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