Bacovia - Lacustrine Poem by Paul Abucean

For countless nights I've heard the rain,
Heard matter weep and wail with pain,
And solitary, yet again,
My mind recalls lacustrine dwellings.

On soggy planks I seem to slumber;
A wave comes crashing from the rear -
I startle in my sleep and worry
If I have drawn the bridge back here.

How History has come full circle
To where its void began to spin!
I feel that with this endless flooding
The rotting pillars will give in.

For countless nights I've heard the rain,
I've startled up and prayed in vain,
And solitary, yet again,
My mind recalls lacustrine dwellings.

(1916)

(Translated by Paul Abucean)