Ah! Go away, my bitter sigh,
Go, go away, for ever fly;
And that I wail, my sight is blurred,
Wherever go don't say a word.
Don't stop and be attentive, please,
Not to get wasted in the breeze;
In the wide world be swift and strong,
My longing guides you all along,
Get lost in crowd and then beware
So that no one can find you there.
Translator: Octavian Cocoş
see more poems written by: Veronica Micle
