Another morning comes after the storm,
just think, another morning of your soul
keep this in mind while passing through
the turmoil that your soul endures
be sure peace will come quite soon
Imagine that the caterpillar you are now
tomorrow will become a butterfly
keep thinking about flying
you will no longer feel the fall

Be of good cheer,
deny oblivion and go on,
hand in your bosom
where your heart’s gentle throb
heralds your coming back from the abyss

As the veil between life and death,
is the veil between joy and sadness
Let your heart bleed, let your self writhe in pain,
enjoy the melancholy of your soul,
you’ll later taste blessedness too
Contemplate nature − you will see
how life and death entwine each other,
and praise their wisdom!
It is an omen of your soul’s rising anew
from under wet and fading leaves.


translated from Romanian by Roxana Alexandrescu, lobmacor@yahoo.com