CARTEA
Visterie doldora de vise,
Fermecată ladă a Pandorii,
Unde toate duhurile-nchise
Schimbă-n aur plumbul închisorii.
Cît de veche, galbenă şi roasă
Tu ne spinteci bezna suferinţii,
Cand te-avem în mîini, misterioasă
Teacă pentru săbiile minţii.
Stup în care slove-naripate
Cu polenul lumii încărcate
Sucul nemuririi ne-au trecut,
Roi de buchi, seminţe-ale ideii,
Magic cosmos strîns în scoarte ; zeii
Au pierit că nu te-au cunoscut.
THE BOOK
Treasury full of dreams,
Charmed box of Pandora,
Where all the spirits locked
Change in gold the lead of prison.
How old, yellow and worn
You split the darkness of our sorrow,
When we have you in our hands, mysterious
Sheath for the swords of the mind.
Hive in which winged words
Loaded with the pollen of the world,
The juice of the immortality have passed to us,
Swarm of words, seeds of ideas.
Magic cosmos gathered between the covers ; gods
Perished because they didn't know you.
THE BOOK
Treasury full of dreams,
Charmed box of Pandora,
Where all the spirits locked
Change in gold the lead of prison.
How old, yellow and worn
You split the darkness of our sorrow,
When we have you in our hands, mysterious
Sheath for the swords of the mind.
Hive in which winged words
Loaded with the pollen of the world,
The juice of the immortality have passed to us,
Swarm of words, seeds of ideas.
Magic cosmos gathered between the covers ; gods
Perished because they didn't know you.
Welcome back!
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