My Love Is Gone Poem by Peter Mamara

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Obedient, and to both of us a friend,
My love is consumed.
So, I say good-bye
— With a complete cry.

My poor memory
—Locks up love's thoughts in my chest, without care.
And love's thoughts do not come any more on my lips.
And love's thoughts shall not pass through my mind.

There is so much murmur of water-springs,
And on a cloudless sky, there are so many stars.
Sadly, I have buried myself in all these
— With such devotion.

From which far-away chasm
Have all these come up to me?
How many tears I've shed
— For you my beloved.

How I have suffered gradually more
Until I've reached my deep sorrow.
And although I do not suffer any more,
I apologize so much for it.

And bright woman you, who are so far away,
With your sad eye
That brings back life to some,
You don't want to come any more.

And with your devout smile
With your gentle look,
So you can turn my life into a dream,
And turn my dream to life.

So it seems to me you became an adult,
Sheltered by sweet tales
Of a thousand and one nights
In the same way the moon rises.

It was a mysterious desire
And gentle, like no other,
And is was too lovely
Since it had to fade away.

You seemed to me
Much more of an angel from heaven,
And much less of a woman,
Since you could stay
And we had such joy.

You and I, in joy's enticement,
(Perhaps we had too much that we drifted apart,)
We had too much that we forgot God
In the same way we forgot all.

And maybe in a world of unhappiness
(Which goes from pain to pain)
It is not even a place
— For such a blessed chance.

(1883 April 24/May 6)

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