| George Bacovia |
| Pastel |
| From the background autumn Blares agonizingly - Birds flit by, And hide secretly. |
| The rain drizzles ... There's no-one on the road; Smoke will suffocate you If you stay outside. |
| 1881-1957 |
| Pastel |
| Buciuma toamna Agonic - din fund - Trec pasarele, Si tainic s-ascuns. |
| Taraie ploaia ... Nu-i nimeni pe drum; Pe-afara de stai Te-nabusi de fum. |
| Far off, on the plain, The ravens gently drop; And long lowings come From the cattle-yard. |
| Plaintively, the cowbells Still jangle, cracked ... And it's very late, And I haven't died yet. |
| Deoparte, pe camp, Cad corbii, domol; Si ragete lungi Pornesc din ocol. |
| Talangile, trist, Tot suna dogit ... Si tare-i tarziu, Si n-am mai murit ... |