The woods lake, all blue in color
Yellow lilies do him load;
Startling in white sudden circles
He is shivering a boat.
And I pass along the lakeshores,
Like I listen and wait for
Her from reeds to make appearance
On my chest to gently fall.
That we jump into the small boat,
Followed by the waters’ hum,
That I lose from hand the ruddder,
That I leave the oars drop down;
That we float filled with enchantment
With the moonlight all around,
Let the wind through reeds do rustle,
Let the wavy water sound!
But she is not coming...Lonesome
Vainly do I sigh and suffer
By the lake all blue in color
Charged with water lily flowers.
Translator: Adrian Vasiliu
see more poems written by: Mihai Eminescu
