Living Light

Living light of pure blue,

My hope of beam of an azure,

I ask you crown me with raw green

To leave behind the black and suffering!

You, Living Light from a blue song,

In curly wave call me from a wind,

Some mauve you shall put me on the head, no cloud

For me to leave behind the tear which flowed so slow!

I shall rip the salt of a warm bread,

Shall sprinkle it on a white slice,

Which looks alike the ancient love

Remained today unparalleled;

With my mind’s eyes in a hot day

Shall I melt the ice looking for words,

Sipping the stream of the green valley

In strings of wind that teach me

A new tierce of a C major

Forgotten in a symphony in A minor...

You, Living Light, you remained in time

My crown on forehead of Olymp!

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Written by Băţmîndru Lucia

Translated by Romulus Florian ADAM