The years have passed like clouds above the plains
And they will never ever come again,
Today I'm heedless, so I hear in vain
The stories, riddles, ballads and refrains,
Which gratified my pure and childish face,
With their deep meanings hard to understand –
Today, in vain your shadows you expand
O, secret hour, evening full of grace.
To snatch a sound from the romantic past
To make you, soul, to tremble once again
I play the lyre, but I've lost the spark;
Now all is gone, for young age doesn't last
And that sweet mouth in silence will remain,
Time grows behind me and I'm... getting dark!
Translator: Octavian Cocoş
see more poems written by: Mihai Eminescu
