George Bacovia
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Ballad
In the times of the voivodes a night of indigo ...
The voivode had set out for accursed wars ;
I was guarding the princess locked inside the fortress -
O, in triumphal eras, the night of indigo.
1881-1957
George Bacovia (1881-1957)
Balada
O noapte de sineala din vremuri voievodale ...
Plecase voievodul in lupte blestemate ;
Iar eu pazeam domnita inchisa in cetate -
O, noapte, de sineala, de epoci triumfale ...
Dormeau, adanc, ostenii in noaptea diafana,
Cand eu sarii afara din cortul de matasa -
Vedeam o semiluna pe zare cum se lasa,
Si nalucit, crezusem - flamura otomana.
The warriors slept soundly in the diaphanous night
When from the tent of silk I suddenly leapt -
In the distance I had seen a half-moon set,
The Ottoman flag, I thought, hallucinated.
So with the sleep-dazel cavalry troop I rode
But the clear night's breeze returned us to the fortress
And relating my dream to the terror-struck princess,
I showed them the distant picture with my sword.
Cu ceata buimacit fugeam, acum, calare,
Dar boarea noptii clare ne-ntoarse la cetate
Si povestindu-mi vantul, domnitei spaimantate,
I-am aratat cu spada tabloul de pe zare.
In alb, domnita blonda, in noaptea ideala,
De sus de la fereastra, ca-n vis iesi-n afara,
Scaldata in sineala, ea rase-n noaptea clara ...
O, cat a ras domnita in noaptea de sineala ...
In that ideal night the blonde princess in white
Stepped out as in a dream at the window above,
Awash in indigo, in the clear night she laughed ...
O, how the princess laughed in the indigo night ...