From a boulder stone descending
comes your gentle maiden step.
From a pale green leaf trending
comes your gentle maiden step.
From a twilight in the evening
comes your gentle maiden step.
From a bitter bird unsinging
comes your gentle maiden step.
Just a second, for a twinkling
In the wave I saw it blinking.
Had a red bow tied and swinging.
There my heart is slowly sinking.
Let your walking keep its course
like upon my eardrum hoarse
demigod under a curse
for I'm feeling ever worse.
Sprawled and long I lie and say,
gentle maid, not much gives way
under this dwarf sun astray
in gilt mosaic inlay.
The step passes. And I stay.
Translator: Vasile Andreica
see more poems written by: Nichita Stănescu
