There are a few dead in town, my love
For this I came, I wished to let you know;
Upon the bier, from heat, inside the town
Cadavers fester silently and slow.
The living ones are moving, decomposed,
With clay for perspiration from the heat
Today it smells of cadavers, my love,
And now your breast is sagging just a bit.
Pour on the carpets strong perfumes and scents
Bring roses on your body to bestow;
There are a few dead in the town, my love,
Cadavers fester silently and slow…
(from the volume Testament - 400 de ani de poezie românească - 400 Years of Romanian Poetry - Daniel Ioniță - editor and principal translator, assisted by Daniel Reynaud, Adriana Paul and Eva Foster - Minerva Publishing- 2019)
Translator: Daniel Ionita
see more poems written by: George Bacovia