Chant to love by Lucian Blaga
The heaviness of stones are still in me , from wich
I rise in the beginning of a day.
Love, borrow me your easiness
Of white clouds floating twards abyss
And the dying grace of green form leaves.
I still feel inside me the heaviness of ground
And clayey despair. Sorrowful nights in me.
Fog persists in my thoughts
And soles gain roots unwittingly
In hostile paths.
At times wind blows from past.
In vernal times, love,
In these times, that you alone are counting,
Cause only you keep the memories
Of great darkness,
Make me forget the burden
Of black air I carry on my shoulders,
And give me the strength to bear
The joy of release.
Translated by Paula Munteanu
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