Epigrams Poem by Peter Mamara

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

To a new born
(Arabic)
You came into this world crying. Friends, who waited for you,
Had greeted you with a smile or two.
Thus you can be alive. And when you shall die,
Smiling, you shall leave your friends, who shall cry.

The imitators
(Pfeffel)

And changed into a swan, Zeus hurries to Leda.
A young man in love wants to do the same.
But our silly friend goes as a gander.

Author and publisher
(Pfeffel)
Publisher: Why are you so sad and perplexed?
Author: Oh! My unpublished manuscript…
A good for nothing stole it.
Publisher: Poor pickpocket!

A lioness and a sow
(Pfeffel)
"There isn't anywhere a mother like me,
So she can have so many babies, "
The sow brags to a lioness.
"You've got many. I have one, but it's a lion
(1873)
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