The soul bows down to destiny
Dreariness beats it, but not destroys,
The water under wind is waving
Be happy, is just wave, not wound...
The heart betrayed is some time,
Like haunting, but gets over,
The water under wind is waving
The wave is just a wave, not wound...
Translation of the poetry 'Sufletul s-apleaca soartei' by Lucian Blaga
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem