The Princess Maiden

I bend over in front of you, sweet Mother,

Longing for your kiss;

I went too far away perhaps

And now I’d like to stay at your chest.

To feel your dear warmth,

To listen to the stories about princes

And play with your necklace.

Alas! Much I miss for my parents!

I miss the hot sun

Which crowned in summer day,

A book of teachings

I used to turn over

Until the evening came…

Years passed so many more,

I’m now as cold as the glacier,

And lost I am among the mountains

With a white face, as white as the lime;

I lay some meaningless words

While hoping of the charmed instant

When I shall get out of my state of coma,

Again become the Princess Maiden,

And lay the plains of infinity

On a horizon so much loved!

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Written by Băţmîndru Lucia

Translated by Romulus Florian ADAM