Ghimpii/ The Thorns Poem by Magdalena Biela

Eram copil. Mi-aduc aminte, culegeam
odată trandafiri sălbatici.
Aveau atâţia ghimpi,
dar n-am vrut să-i rup.
credeam că-s muguri-
şi-au să înflorească.

Te-am întâlnit apoi pe tine.
O, câţi ghimpi, câţi ghimpi aveai!
dar n-am voit să te despoi -
credeam c-o să-nflorească.

Azi toate astea-mi trec
pe dinainte şi zâmbesc.
Zâmbesc şi hoinăresc prin văi
Zburdalnic în bătaia vântului.
Eram copil.


Lucian Blaga
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The thorns

I was a kid. I remember, I was picking
once wild roses.
They had so many thorns,
but I did not want to break them.
I thought them being buds-
that will flourish.

Then I met you.
Oh, how many thorns, how many thorns did you have!
but I did not want to strip you -
I thought they will flourish.

Today I see again all of these
and I smile
I smile and wander through the valleys
Sprightly in the wind.
I was a kid.