Your Face Is Crystal Clear, Again Poem by Peter Mamara

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Your face is crystal clear again
— Like the clear sky.
Only your big eyes are gloomy
— Because of a touch of depressing pains.

Your face is bright once more
— Like the clear sky outside.
Only your eyes are gloomy
— With a hint of unhappiness.

Tormenting sweet shape you,
A woman-model you, in my opinion,
You, who are a flower amongst women
— And a sweet woman amongst flowers.

If you could be forever pretty,
The way I sense and I see you.
Then I could place summer-flowers
— On you long and blond hair.

But soon, it won't be left on your face
— Even a trace from your beauty.
Only three days you shall be pretty
And then… then you shall decay.

Earth you, cold and without feelings,
Why do you shatter illusions?
Why you show to us that we adore
— A sack with worms, or a pot of clay?

(1876)

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