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Poetry in Translation (CLXVII): Rabindranath TAGORE (1861 – 1941), India, – “A Moment’s Indulgence”, “O clipă de împlinire”

February 5th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXVII): Rabindranath TAGORE (1861 – 1941), India, – “A Moment’s Indulgence”, “O clipă de împlinire” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, Translations

Poetry in Translation (CLXVII): Rabindranath TAGORE (1861 – 1941), India, – “A Moment’s Indulgence”,
“O clipă de împlinire”

Rogu-te, doar o clipă de bună voinţă, ca să stau lângă tine. Lucrul
ce am de împlinit, poate rămâne pe mai târziu.

Departe de icoana feţei tale, sufletul meu n-are nici odihnă, nici răgaz,
iar munca mea devine o corvoadă nesfârșită, într-un ocean de trudă neţărmurită.

Astăzi, vara, cu suspine ei, a venit la fereastra mea, în timp ce
albinele îsi cântă zumzetul lor, la curtea majestoasă a crângului înflorit.

Acum e timpul să ne privim, față în față, și să înălţăm
cântul vieții, în această clipă liberă, debordând de împliniri.

(Rendered in Romanian by Constantin ROMAN, London,
© 2013 Copyright Constantin ROMAN)

Poetry in Translation (CLXVI): Federico Garcia LORCA (1898-1936) – “Despărţire”, “Despedida”, “Saying Goodbye”

February 4th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXVI): Federico Garcia LORCA (1898-1936) – “Despărţire”, “Despedida”, “Saying Goodbye” · Poetry, quotations, Translations

Despărţire
Federico Garcia Lorca (1898 – 1936)

Îmi voi lua rămas bun
la crucea drumului
ca să iau cărarea
sufletului meu.

Dar voi reînvia
clipe triste.
ajungând la poarta grădinii
cântecului meu limpede
si voi începe să tremur
ca luceafărul dimineţii.

(Rendered in Romanian by Constantin ROMAN, London,
© 2013 Copyright Constantin ROMAN)

Poetry in Translation (CLXV): “Federico Garcia LORCA”, Spain, (1898-1936) – “Cântec călare”, “Canción de jinete”, “Rider’s Song”

February 4th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXV): “Federico Garcia LORCA”, Spain, (1898-1936) – “Cântec călare”, “Canción de jinete”, “Rider’s Song” · PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Cântec călare
Federico Garcia LORCA (1898-1936)
Cordoba.
Departe şi solitară.

Cal negru, lună plină,
hrana-n traistă.
Deşi cunosc drumul
totuşi, nu voi sosi la Cordoba.

Prin câmpii, prin vânt,
Cal negru, lună-ncinsă.
Moartea mă priveşte in faţă
din turnurile Cordobei.

Uite ce lung e drumul!
Uite ce aprig e calul!
Uite, Moartea m-aşteaptă
înainte s-ajung la Cordoba.

Poetry in Translation (CLXIII): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “To my Readers”, “Aux lecteurs”, Către cititori”

January 30th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXIII): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “To my Readers”, “Aux lecteurs”, Către cititori” · International Media, Poetry, Translations

Here is my house. There is the Sun and the garden with beehives.
You are passing along the road, peering through the slats of my gate
Expecting me to speak. Where shall I start?
Believe me, please, believe me,
one could talk as long as one wants, about anything:
of Destiny and the snake of goodwill,
of archangels tilling
the land of man,
of heavens towards which we aspire,
of hatred and fall, of sadness and Calvary,
but, above all, about the great passage.
Yet our words are only the tears of those who wished
so much to cry and could not.
Bitter are all those words
and that is why, please, allow me
to pass in silence amongst you,
crossing your road, eyes closed.

Poetry in Translation (CLXII): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “J’ai compris le péché qui pèse sur ma maison” , “The sin that burdens my house”

January 26th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXII): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “J’ai compris le péché qui pèse sur ma maison” , “The sin that burdens my house” · Poetry, quotations, Translations

J’ai compris le péché qui pèse sur ma maison
Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961)

J’ai compris le péché qui pèse sur ma maison
comme une mousse ancestrale.
Oh, pourquoi ai-je interprété les temps et le zodiaque
autrement que la vieille qui rouit le chanvre dans l’étang?
Pourquoi ai-je désiré un autre sourire que celui du tailleur de pierre
qui fait jaillir des étincelles au bord du chemin?
Pourquoi ai-je aspiré à un autre sort
dans le monde des sept jours
que celui du sonneur de cloches qui conduit les morts au ciel?
Passant, donne-moi ta main, et toi qui t’en vas
et toi qui viens.
Tous les troupeaux de la terre ont des auréoles saintes
au dessus de leurs têtes.
C’est ainsi que je m’aime dorénavant:
un parmi beaucoup d’autres
En Français par Constantin ROMAN
Bucarest 1967, Londres, 2013

Poetry in Translation (CLXI): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “Lettre” (Scrisoare)

January 26th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXI): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “Lettre” (Scrisoare) · PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

LETTRE (Scrisoare)
Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961)
Je suis plus vieux que toi, ma mère,
mais toujours celui que tu connais:
les épaules un peu voutés
et penché sur les questions des hommes.
Je ne sais toujours pas pourquoi tu m’as fait voir le jour.
© 2013, Copyright Constantin ROMAN

Poetry in Translation (CLIX): Ion VINEA (1895 – 1964), “Vieille chanson” (Cântec vechi)

January 25th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLIX): Ion VINEA (1895 – 1964), “Vieille chanson” (Cântec vechi) · PEOPLE, Poetry, Translations

VIEILLE CHANSON
(Cântec vechi)
Ion VINEA (1895 – 1964)

J’ai peur des derniers regards,
Des adieux faits en partant,
Des signes de main et de mouchoir
Au son des pas s’étiolant.

J’ai peur, du silence, du néant,
Du nom à l’appel sans echo,
Des nuits au répis angoissant
J’ai peur des regrets à huis clos.

Du rêve au retour illusoire,
De l’ombre touchant le parvis,
J’ai peur de toute cette histoire
Frolant un perdu paradis.

Version Française par:
Constantin Roman, Londres,
© 2013, Copyright Constantin ROMAN)

Poetry in Translation (CLVIII): Remco CAMPERT (b. 1929, The Hague), “Lost Cause”, “Cauză pierdută”, “Verloren Partij”

December 30th, 2012 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLVIII): Remco CAMPERT (b. 1929, The Hague), “Lost Cause”, “Cauză pierdută”, “Verloren Partij” · International Media, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Cauză pierdută

În inima cetăţii
i-am spus urmează-ţi drumul
case de jur împrejur
prăbuşindu-se în curând
din lipsă de îngrijire

cauză pierdută

faţa ta
aşa cum mi-o închipuiam
nu s-a mai arătat nicăieri

noaptea stau la cheiul canalului
unde curge negura apelor
şi cuget nu încă

Poetry in Translation (CLVII): Marin SORESCU (1936 – 1996, Romania) – “Menu”, “Meniu”

December 26th, 2012 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLVII): Marin SORESCU (1936 – 1996, Romania) – “Menu”, “Meniu” · Diaspora, International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, Translations, Uncategorized

Menu
(Marin Sorescu, Romania)
For breakfast a thin buttered slice
Of life.
With it we take water which rises incessantly
(Last night it covered three-quarters of the globe}
And boil it sterile of microbes.

For lunch we eat well and substantially
Three courses of earth:
Black earth, loess and clay.

We don’t usually have a cooked dinner.
We take
Either a star with a bit of honey
Or if it isn’t finished
Some happiness (which in fact we keep
For Sundays)
And whatever else is left over.

Poetry in Translation (CLV): Marin SORESCU (1936 – 1996, Romania) – “Passport”, “Paşaport”

December 26th, 2012 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLV): Marin SORESCU (1936 – 1996, Romania) – “Passport”, “Paşaport” · Poetry, quotations, Translations

Passport
(Marin Sorescu, Romania)

To cross the border
Between the sunflower
And the moonflower
Between the alphabet
Of handwritten events
And printed events.
(Rendered in English by Constantin ROMAN, London
© 2012, Copyright Constantin ROMAN)

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