W.B. YEATS

The Song of Wandering Aengus (1899)

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

Emilia Niculaie

W.B. YEATS

Balada lui Aengus cel Hoinar

M-am dus inspre padurea de alun
Caci o vapaie aveam in cuget
Si am taiat si descojit un bat de alun
Si am agatat o mura de un fir
Iar cind molii albe zburau
Si stele ca si molii palpaiau
Am azvirlit mura intr-un piriu
Si am prins un mic pastrav argintiu.

Cind l-am intins pe jos
Am mers sa sting vapaia arzinda
Dar ceva a frematat de jos
Iar cineva pe nume m-a strigat
Se prefacuse intr-o fata scinteietoare
Cu flori de mar in parul ei
Ce pe nume m-a strigat si a fugit
Si a palit in eterul luminos

Desi imbatrinit-am de atita hoinarit
Printre tinuturi pustii si printre coline
Voi afla unde-a plecat
Si buzele-i voi saruta si mainile-i voi cuprinde
Si ne vom plimba prin iarba nalta si pestrita
Si voi smulge pina ce timpul si vremurile se vor sfirsi
Merele de argint ale lunii
Merele de argint ale soarelui