If the years passed as we are seeing,
I'd be enraptured by her strut,
Because she harbors in her being,
“I don't know how”, “I don't know what”.
I wonder, has she charmed me slowly
The moment we have met just now?
Although she is a woman only,
She's different though, „I don't know how”.
That's why for me it doesn't matter,
If her mouth speaks or if it's shut,
Her voice is sweet when we two chatter,
Her silence is, “I don't know what”.
And thus enslaved by the same wailing,
Tread the same road as always now...
Among her charms these are prevailing,
“I don't know what”, “I don't know how”.
Translator: Octavian Cocoş
see more poems written by: Mihai Eminescu
