Woman – a mask colored, so nice,
A wanton exhibiting her charms –
You moan at night with greedy arms,
But cannot lead the dreamers into vice...
Oh, there are maidens with a pale complexion
White models with slim bodies looking fine –
Who sleep alone, so pure and so divine,
On crystal beds designed with much attention.
Translator: Octavian Cocoş
see more poems written by: George Bacovia
