Out Of The Night Poem by Peter Mamara

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

From the everlasting void's night
From which everything comes out
Including the gems of our lives
And rays at sunset,

From where nothing that died
Would ever come out,
I would like that once in your life
You rise to the sky.

And if your eyes, which I loved,
Won't be full of rays.
You should gaze at me
— With your faint capability to see.

And if your' highly thought of a voice:
Won't say a word.
And that you would call me to guide
From the grave's other side,
I shall still be aware of it.

(1884 February 12/24)

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