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GLOSSA

Eminescu

Time goes by, time comes along,
All is old and all is new;
What is right and what is wrong,
You must think and ask of you;
Have no hope and have no fear,
Waves that rise can never hold;
If they urge or if they cheer,
You remain aloof and cold. 

To our sight a lot will glisten,
Many sounds will reach our ear;
Who could take the time to listen
And remember all we hear?
Keep aside from all that patter,
Seek yourself, far from the throng 
When with loud and idle clatter
Time goes by, time comes along.

Nor forget the tongue of reason
Or its even scales depress
When the moment, changing season,
Wears the mask of happiness -
It is born of reason's slumber
And may last a wink as true:
For the one who knows its number
All is old and all is new.

Be as to a play, spectator,
As the world unfolds before:
You will know the heart of matter
Should they act two parts or four;
When they cry or tear asunder
From your seat enjoy along
And you'll learn from art to wonder

What is right and what is wrong.

Past and future, ever blending,
Are the twin sides of same page:
New start will begin with ending
When you know to learn from age;
All that was or be tomorrow
We have in the present, too;
But what's vain and futile sorrow
You must think and ask of you;

For the living cannot sever
From the means we've always had:
Now, as years ago, and ever,
Men are happy or are sad:
Other masks, same play repeated;
Diff'rent tongues, same words to hear;
Of your dreams so often cheated,
Have no hope and have no fear.

Hope not when the villains cluster
By success and glory drawn:
Fools with perfect lack of luster
Will outshine Hyperion!
Fear it not, they'll push each other
To reach higher in the fold,
Do not side with them as brother,
Waves that rise can never hold.

Sounds of siren songs call steady
Toward golden nets, astray;
Life attracts you into eddies
To change actors in the play;
Steal aside from crowd and bustle,
Do not look, seem not to hear
From your path, away from hustle,
If they urge or if they cheer;

If they reach for you, go faster,
Hold your tongue when slanders yell;
Your advice they cannot master,
Don't you know their measure well?
Let them talk and let them chatter,
Let all go past, young and old;
Unattached to man or matter,
You remain aloof and cold.

You remain aloof and cold

If they urge or if they cheer;
Waves that rise can never hold,
Have no hope and have no fear;
You must think and ask of you
What is right and what is wrong;
All is old and all is new ,
Time goes by, time comes along.

Hamlet then and now

I.

Continuing a scripture

In white and black procedures,

I see myself in tears,

And see that I do care.

I see the deepest motion,

The darkest recollection

Of what I think is near,

But, maybe ‘s much too far.

II.

Ophelia in mirrors

Is what in life forever

An every man is crying

For settling apart.

‘Cause we can see in chambers

Of what we want and whisper…

And I remember sorrow

Of what once was to last.

The beauty in deep essence,

“Persona” more with morals,

And influenced in tears

By every other man.

As we can live in shadows

Our spirit dries aligning

For every single instant

Another darkest dot,

And ending with a comma

Inspired by a motion

We pass from black to white.

III.

But all is going on

As if we hadn’t been there,

And maybe as a sally

We influence what comes.

[We are for all what comes.]

A period of light,

That may or may not ever,

Produce the lightest fire

In what we had to be.

[In what we should have been.]

IV.

We find in the beginning the truth

And go forever to ending just below.

‘Cause we would be too crazy

For every one who whispers;

We’d fall apart too low…

V.

Accepting all what’s coming,

And knowing what to happen,

Receive our God’s permission

To fight for what we are,

For justice over justice

In codes, and rules, and morals,

And written and unwritten—

Confusing deep, dark dream…

VI.

Of all I want to want ,

To have the want I fear,

To have the last emotion

Of what I did accept;

‘Cause losing all myself,

‘Cause losing all what’s coming,

‘And all what was forever:

We pass from dark to white!

1998