George Bacovia
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What shouting, what groaning in autumn ...
And how wildly the forest hums -
A horn resounds in the hollows,
And a sadder lament begins.
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
Ce chiot, ce vaiet in toamna.
Si codrul salbatec vuieste -
Rasuna-n coclauri un bucium,
Si doina mai jalnic porneste.
- Asculta, tu, bine, iubito,
Nu plange si nu-ti fie teama,
Asculta cum greu, din adancuri,
Pamantul la dansul ne cheama ...
- Listen carefully now, my darling,
Don't be alarmed and don't weep -
Listen and hear how the hard earth
Is calling to us, from deep.