The lovely star, which now appears
Is so much far away,
That light has traveled thousand years
To come to us today.
Maybe it died, I don't know how,
On that blue distant height
And its bright ray, only just now
Has come to our sight.
The image of the former star
Climbs slowly in the sky
It wasn't seen when lived afar,
Now, dead, it meets the eye.
It is the same with our love,
Which perished in the night,
Although it died, from high above
It fills us with delight.
Translator: Octavian Cocoş
see more poems written by: Mihai Eminescu
