Ah! Run away, new lands pursue,
For if you loved me, you'd get stuck
And many plagues would fall on you
For in this life I have no luck.
A dreadful curse was placed on me
And what I love can never stay...
Ah! Run away and let me be!
For I was born in a wrong day.
Translator: Octavian Cocoş
see more poems written by: Veronica Micle
