At The Tomb Of Aron Pumnu
by Mihai Eminescu (1850-1889)
Dress in mourning, scenic Bukovina province you,
With green Cypress, tie your ancient brow.
A shining light of a star has just set.
From the group of virtuous men of gold,
A fine famous man has died.
The vibrating metallic sadness of bells,
Tolls rhythmically, loudly, and it sounds distressing.
Because oh, the great genius of your awakening
— Has walked on the way to immortality.
And he left us behind!
Oh, you great and noble genius, you’ve left this world
There, where all the angels await for you in choir.
They chant secretly, the sweet song of the spheres,
Weaving to you garlands, nice smelling wreaths of white flowers.
Bukovina cries for you. It cries for you in loud voice.
And your birthplace cries sadly for you.
Because slowly with their teary eyes,
They follow your great spirit, in its revered ascent.
It’s a feeling of national proportion.
May the sad tears follow your journey!
May the tears that the young students shed on your grave,
Follow you in your flight with sad hymns,
In harmonious sighs and resounding sad songs
— There, in the Elise’s fields.
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