DO YOU WAIL, O FOREST TREES
do you wail, o forest trees,
Forest, without rain or breeze,
Your branches ill at ease?"
indeed should I not wail
When the hours of summer fail!
Nights grow longer, days get short,
On my branches few leaves caught,
And the winds with bitter sword
Drive my chorister abroad;
Autumn winds that forest flay,
Winter near, spring far away.
How indeed should I not groan
When my singing birds have flown,
And across the frozen sky
Flocks of swallows hurry by,
And with them my fancies fly
Leaving me alone to sigh;
Hurry on as time in flight
Turning day half into night,
Time that o'er the forest rings
With a fluttering of wings...
And they pass and leave me cold,
Nude and shivering and old;
For my thoughts with them have flown,
And with them my gladness gone!"
by Corneliu M. Popescu)