My woods, how beautiful you are
When feeble are the shades
And through the branches, from afar,
A wind of spring pervades.
Through the dead leaves few violets sprout
Like small and coloured dots
I cross the thicket to get out
Together with my thoughts...
When heavy dew shines like a star
On trails where sun rays stroll
My woods, how beautiful you are
And lonely, like my soul...
Translator: Octavian Cocoş
see more poems written by: George Topîrceanu
