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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=589671" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From abroad [Din străinătate]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When everybody's happy, when benefits are pouring,<br>When people are delighted and spend their time with style,<br>Only a soul is crying, only a soul is longing<br>For its enchanting homeland with fields that always smile. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That heart, which is despondent and feels the irritation,<br>That soul, which suffers greatly and sings its silent song,<br>Is my own heart, which finds no peace, no consolation,<br>Is my own soul, which burns with yearning all along. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd like to see my birthplace, that dale I held so dearly<br>Along which flows a river with waters clear and cold,<br>To see what made me happy and what I loved sincerely:<br>The shadow of the forest, its labyrinth of old;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And once again to welcome the shanties in the valley,<br>Which used to look so peaceful in that relaxing place,<br>Where they could breathe in secret and the sweet pleasures tally,<br>The mystic dreams, the whispers, the poems full of grace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish I had a silent and tiny house, enticing,<br>There, in my native valley, where flowers are ablaze,<br>To watch the stately mountain how in the sky is rising<br>Until its top is hidden by clouds and gloomy haze. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To see once more the flatlands so beautiful and lively,<br>Which weaved my childhood white days and filled me with much awe,<br>Which heard my childish whisper and which respected highly<br>The games I played as youngster and everything they saw. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wailing of the river, its tuneful rapid flowing,<br>The concert of the birdies, with their unruly tweet,<br>The leaves, which rustled nicely, the shiver that was growing,<br>Aroused in me a yearning affectionate and sweet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd like to have the fortune to fill my old desire<br>To see my lovely homeland, the birthplace of my soul,<br>And utter many blessings with my mind full of fire<br>And praise my childhood visions, the visions of a goal. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even the death, this creature which makes the people fearful<br>And gives them chilly shivers and covers them with shrouds,<br>Would lull me there and soothe me and make me calm and cheerful <br>And wrapped in dreams would lift me up in the fluffy clouds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mihai+Eminescu">Mihai Eminescu</a>, translated by Octavian Cocoş<div class=q>
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