Peter Mamara Poems

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

To a new born
(Arabic)
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

The hall is fully decorated with white-like-snow fabric,
Stitched with leaves and dark red roses.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Oh, crying I count.
It tolls midnight.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

She follows her way into the woods.
I start to follow her footsteps.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

I have opened a few pages with their old fonts
From the old book with smoked covers chewed by moths,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

I had a muse. She was beautiful
Like only in a dream, once in one's lifetime
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

If I had a flower —
Beautiful, fresh and attractive,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

The Nile makes rich fine fields — taken by the Moors.
Above it, the Egyptian sky opens to heat and brightness.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

To the star that rises on the sky
It is such a long way,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Sleepy little birds of a feather
To their nests they flock together,
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