Tears and tears [Lcrime şi lacrime]
Stop your crying, curb your fears,
Heart unlucky and profane,
Through your big and bloody tears
Never heals or disappears
My deep wound and my great pain.
Pain that's burning like a flame
In my chest, but without smoke,
Where the sorrow quickly came,
Dripping bitter gall and shame,
On my neck to put a yoke.
Ah! And keep this in your mind
That the flame which spoils my glee
Through some vows sincere and kind
A tear burning and refined
Of sweet love has lit in me.
poem by Veronica Micle, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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