<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=589760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Oh, mother...[O, mamă...]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, mother, dearest mother, although you passed away,<br>Through all the leaves that tremble, you call me every day;<br>Above your holy grave, the autumn gentle breeze<br>Shakes off the withered boughs of the acacia trees,<br>Which seem to hum along with your forgotten voice...<br>You will be sleeping always, they always will rejoice. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day I die, my darling, for me, please, do not cry<br>Instead, break from the lime tree a twig scratching the sky<br>And put it in the ground, somewhere beside my head,<br>Then wet it at the roots with all the tears you'll shed;<br>And when it grows, its shadow will be just like a veil...<br>I shall be sleeping always, its shadow will prevail. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if we die together – it's possible, who knows? –<br>They shouldn't put our bodies in graveyards to repose,<br>But let them dig a hollow somewhere, on open land,<br>And in a single coffin to put us, hand in hand;<br>For ever you will settle your head upon my chest...<br>We shall be sleeping always, the open land will rest.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=589760" data-title="Oh, mother...[O, mamă...] de Mihai Eminescu" data-description="Oh, mother, dearest mother, although you passed away,/Through all the leaves that tremble, you call me every day;/Above your holy grave, the autumn gentle breeze/Shakes off the withered boughs of the acacia trees,/Which seem to hum along with your..."></div> </div> </div>

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