I DO NOT CRUSH THE WORLD'S COROLLA OF WONDERS

(Romanian original version)

(French version)



Poem by Lucian Blaga


I do not crush the world's corolla made of wonders

and never slay -

through reason - mysteries I meet

along my way

in flowers, eyes, - on lips or graves.

The light of others

does smother spells of the impenetrable hidden

in depths of darkness,

but I,

I and my light, increase the world's own miystery:

much as the moon with its white beams -

far from diminishing - , quiveringly

enhances even more the mystery of night,

so do I strive to enrich the darkening horizon

with ample thrills of sacred mystery

and what is hard to grasp

before my eyes will change

to even harder puzzling senses

because I am in love

with flowers and with eyes, with lips and graves alike.