Descantec De Ploaie / Rain Spell Poem by Magdalena Biela

Iubesc ploile, iubesc cu patima ploile,
Înnebunitele ploi si ploile calme,
Ploile feciorelnice si ploile-dezlantuite femei,
Ploile proaspete si plictisitoarele ploi fara sfârsit,
Iubesc ploile, iubesc cu patima ploile,
Îmi place sa ma tavalesc prin iarba lor alba, înalta,
Îmi place sa le rup firele si sa umblu cu ele în dinti,
Sa ameteasca, privindu-ma astfel, barbatii.
Stiu ca-i urât sa spui “Sunt cea mai frumoasa femeie”,
E urât si poate nici nu e adevarat,
Dar lasa-ma atunci când ploua,
Numai atunci când ploua,
Sa rostesc magica formula “Sunt cea mai frumoasa femeie”.
Sunt cea mai frumoasa femeie pentru ca ploua
Si-mi sta bine cu franjurii ploii în par,
Sunt cea mai frumoasa femeie pentru ca-i vânt
Si rochia se zbate disperata sa-mi ascunda genunchii,
Sunt cea mai frumoasa femeie pentru ca tu
Esti departe plecat si eu te astept,
Si tu stii ca te-astept,
Sunt cea mai frumoasa femeie si stiu sa astept
Si totusi astept.
E-n aer miros de dragoste viu,
Si toti trecatorii adulmeca ploaia sa-i simta mirosul,
Pe-o asemenea ploaie poti sa te-ndragostesti fulgerator,
Toti trecatorii sunt îndragostiti,
Si eu te astept.
Doar tu stii -
Iubesc ploile,
Iubesc cu patima ploile, înnebunitele ploi si ploile calme,
Ploile feciorelnice si ploile-dezlantuite femei…


by Ana Blandiana



Rain spell


I love the rains,
passionately I love the rains, the gone insane rains and the tender rains,
the virginal rains and the rains-women unleashed,
the fresh rains and the boring rains without an end,
I love the rains, passionately I love the rains,
I like to welter myself through their white, tall grass,
I like to break their leaves and to walk with them in my teeth,
to make men dizzy, watching me so.
I know that it’s bad to say: “I’m the most beautiful woman! ”
It is bad and, maybe, it isn’t even true,
yet let me then, when it rains,
only then when it rains,
to say the magic formula: “I’m the most beautiful woman”.
I’m the most beautiful woman because it rains
and the fringes of the rain look good on my hair,
I’m the most beautiful woman because it’s wind
and the dress struggles desperately to hide my knees,
I’m the most beautiful woman because
you are far away gone and I’m waiting for you,
and you know that I’m waiting for you.
I’m the most beautiful woman and I know how to wait
and yet I wait.
There is in the air the alive scent of love,
and all the passers smell the rain to feel its scent,
on this kind of rain one can be lovestruck,
all the passers are in love,
and I’m waiting for you.
Only you know -
I love the rains,
passionately I love the rains, the gone insane rains and the tender rains,
the virginal rains and the rains-women unleashed.


English version by Maria Magdalena Biela