| George Bacovia |
| Nocturne |
| Wandering in the city's night I race, Midnight tolls less frequently in the tower ; It is the time when bitter thoughts occur, Silence ... it is the hour of cowardice ... |
| 1881-1957 |
| Nocturna |
| Fug ratacind in noaptea cetatii, In turn miezul noptii se bate rar ; E ora cand cade gandul amr, Tacere ... e ora lasitatii ... |
| Te pierzi in golul singuratatii O, suflet, mereu de lume fugar ; E ora cand Petru plange amar - Asculta ... e ora lasitatii ... |
| You lose yourself in the void of loneliness Fugitive from the world ; O, soul, always ; It is the time of Peter's bitter tears - Listen ... it is the hour of cowardice ... |