Whense come you,
Fire bird, squall of passions,
Nature sincere and overt
For all the worlds,
For the dream’s nights,
For the spree and tear?
Maybe, you are coming
From the country of the mysterious jungle
And of the oceanic coasts,
Of the vulcanic erruptions
And of the beautifull women?
You are coming, in a temper danse
Of your irreversible love passion,
For to find your bridegroom,
Your chanse in perpetuity…
Whense are you emerged, my soul?
I’m that is loosed in night,
I’m conjured you in murmur
In your dreams, in your love’s delirium…
The translation of Natalia Bajureanu