| George Bacovia |
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| Ballad |
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| 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 |
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| 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. |
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| 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 ... |