Psalm / Psalm Poem by Magdalena Biela

O durere totdeauna mi-a fost singuratatea ta ascunsa,
Dumnezeule, dar ce era sa fac?
Cand eram copil ma jucam cu tine
si-n inchipuire te desfaceam cum desfaci o jucarie.
Apoi salbaticia mi-a crescut,
cantarile mi-au pierit,
si fara sa-mi fi fost vreodata aproape
te-am pierdut pentru totdeauna
in tarana, in foc, in vazduh si pe ape.

intre rasaritul de soare si-apusul de soare
sunt numai tina si rana.
in cer te-ai inchis ca-ntr-un cosciug.
O, de n-ai fi mai inrudit cu moartea
decat cu viata,
mi-ai vorbi. De-acolo unde esti,
din pamant ori din poveste mi-ai vorbi.


in spinii de-aci, arata-te, Doamne,
sa stiu ce-astepti de la mine.
Sa prind din vazduh sulita veninoasa
din adanc azvarlita de altul sa te raneasca subt aripi?
Ori nu doresti nimic?
Esti muta, neclintita identitate
(rotunjit in sine a este a) ,
nu ceri nimic. Nici macar rugaciunea mea.

Iata, stelele intra in lume
deodata cu intrebatoarele mele tristeti.
Iata, e noapte fara ferestre-n afara.
Dumnezeule, de-acum ce ma fac?
in mijlocul tau ma dezbrac. Ma dezbrac de trup
ca de-o haina pe care-o lasi in drum.

LUCIAN BLAGA
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Psalm

Always sadness to me has been your concealed loneliness,
But, Lord, what was I to do?
As a child I used to play with you
and in my mind, I took you to pieces like a toy.

Then wilderness grew stronger inside me,
my songs died,
and without ever feeling you close
I lost you forever
In dust, in fire, in the air, and on waters.


From sunrise to sunset
I am only clay and wound.
You closed yourself in Heaven as in a coffin.
Oh, weren't you kin more to death
than you are to life,
you would talk to me. From where you are
from earth or from the tale - you would talk to me.


Among the thorns here, show yourself, Lord,
So I'd know what you expect of me.
Shall I catch in the air the venomous spear
from the depths thrown by another to hurt you beneath your wings?
Or don't you want anything of me?
You are the mute, still identity
(rounded itself a is a) ,
you ask for nothing. Not even for my prayer.


Look, the stars appear into the world
along with my questioning sadness.
Look, it is a night without windows outside.
Lord, from now on what am I to do?
In you I become naked. I take off my mortal flesh
as if it were a coat left on the way.