by Mihai Eminescu

And if the branches tap the pane

And poplars trembling quiver;

Thine image comes to mind again;

I see the gliding hither.

And if the starshine beats the lake,

Its sombre depths illuming;

This but so sooth my longing ache,

And rouse my thoughts from glooming.

And if the storm clods disappear,

And forth the moon comes shining;

It only tells thou hast no peer,

And sole-supreme art reigning.

by Mihai Eminescu

Si daca ramuri bat in geam

Si se cutremur plopii,

E ca in minte sa te am

Si-ncet sa te apropii.

Si daca stele bat in lac

Adancu-i luminandu-l

E ca durerea mea s-o-mpac

Inseninandu-mi gandul.

Si daca norii desi se duc

De iese-n luciu luna,

E ca aminte sa-mi aduc

De tine-ntotdeauna.

Translated by Dimitrie Cuclin
and Sylvia Pankhurst

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