TRISTAN ŞI IZOLDA
Amanţi-copii, voi - ruguri de zăpadă
aprinse brusc de sucul şarlatan !
Voi, care-n somn, asemeni lui Tristan,
lăsaţi de veghe-ntre dorinţi o spadă -
Ce semn de sus mai aşteptaţi, dovadă
sub steaua morţii cu surîs viclean ?
Urzeala lumii nu-i decît alean
al celor care-au fost sortiţi s-o vadă.
Aşterneţi-vă patul înc-o dată.
E un tipar cu marginea brodată
de lacrimi, de spaimă şi extaz.
Şi nu vă ruşinaţi : sub chipul vostru
ca din pămîntul scormonit de rostru
surîde blînd teribilul obraz.
TRISTAN AND IZOLDA
Lovers-children, you - snow pyres
suddenly lighted up by the charlatan juice !
You, who in sleep, like Tristan,
Leave awake between desires a sword -
What sign from heaven do you still wait for, evidence
under the star of death with sly smile ?
The warp of the world isn't but yearning
of those who were destined to see it.
Once again make your bed.
It's a pattern with edge ebroidered
by tears, by anguish and by ecstasy.
And don't be ashamed : under your face
as from the earth searched by the rostrum
the terrible cheek is gently smiling.
TRISTAN AND IZOLDA
Lovers-children, you - snow pyres
suddenly lighted up by the charlatan juice !
You, who in sleep, like Tristan,
Leave awake between desires a sword -
What sign from heaven do you still wait for, evidence
under the star of death with sly smile ?
The warp of the world isn't but yearning
of those who were destined to see it.
Once again make your bed.
It's a pattern with edge ebroidered
by tears, by anguish and by ecstasy.
And don't be ashamed : under your face
as from the earth searched by the rostrum
the terrible cheek is gently smiling.
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