Your hair in the sun is losing sheen,
my salty and dark-coloured fairy queen.
Torn from the sea, the shore pursued your chase
just like a disarmed snake, just like a shade.
The ghosts of summer pass in their decline,
like ships upon my soul now turned marine.
And my life fills with light and shines
under your green eye by noontide,
grizzly like earth seen by nightfall.
Uh, oh, I run and leap and flow!
Allow me just one more minute.
Allow me just one instant more.
Allow me just one leaf, one grain of sand.
Allow me just a breeze, a wave.
Allow me one more season, one year, time once more.
Translator: Vasile Andreica
see more poems written by: Nichita Stănescu
