At Daytime In Thoughts Poem by Peter Mamara

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

I'm in thoughts at daytime. I can't sleep at night.
And so my life slips away tormented.
Would God want to listen to my prayers
And grant me what I ask for?

I ask Him for nothing more than a cold grave
— Long rest for my lengthy pain.
Instead of carrying my love in silence,
It's better if my eye is shrunken by death.

The world is a place for torment.
Its wave is torture. Trivia is any man's thought.
Human nature's delights conceal pains.

I've seen you once
And I felt the world's bitterness.
What have I even gained for knowing it?

(1876)

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