2022.01.14.
Longing for Eminescu
In a relative world,Which has done, which has undone,
Eminescu is the remorse
Of the yearning for absolute.
If one plus one
Don't want to be two anymore,
Eminescu is the image
Of infinity within us, within us.
Without him, any thing
It would follow its path,
Without him, even our star
It would fall from the stars.
On the land of ancient Dacia,
Sometimes bigger, sometimes smaller,
If it wasn't Eminescu,
Our life would be worth nothing, nothing.
He is the Moldova's son
And Muntenia's nephew,
The entire Ardeal adopted him,
Eminescu is everywhere.
In a relative world,
We still have a holy name:
Eminescu is Romania,
Hidden in word, word.