From The Waves Of Time Poem by Peter Mamara

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

With white arm, like marble, with long and blond hair,
From of the waves of time, please come out my love.
And your face, clear as the face of the blue sky,
It is thin, because of the little bit of your sad suffering.
You caress my eye with your sweet smile.
You are a woman among the stars and a star among the women.

And turning your face to your left shoulder, in my joy's eye,
Lost in thought I gaze and I cry.
How can I let you run off from the great number of hearts?
My beloved sacred angel, I hold you up to my chest,
And with my face in tears, I shall bend towards your face.
I shall shorten your breath, with hot kisses.

And I shall warm your cold hand at my chest.
Shall I hold it closer, much closer to my heart?
But oh my, you are not an alive shape, thus you go by,
And your shadow vanishes in the cold fog, away.
So, I find myself again with my hand
— Down in a sad memory of a lovely dream.

To no avail I stretch my hand after your phantom.
I cannot hug you from the waves of time.

(1883 December)

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