Of winter

           

A corpse, a raven, a field and I.    

Winter…and it begins to snow-

The snow around can touch the sky

No one, snow, and always snow.

-Oh, raven!

What is the point of a blinded soul…

What comes alone in wilderness-

When I don’t know how a year passes

Oh, raven!

What is the point of a blinded soul…

-Indeed!

-Oh, raven!

What is the point of another blinded soul-

Delays, a covered grave-

Is it life or just another dreamy wave-

Oh, raven!

What is the point of another blinded soul…

-Indeed!

Belated, and it snows, the night is falling,

I am alone at once…

Here’s the city, no one on the alley course-

Peace, nothingness, at home I am arriving!

Traducând în engleză poezia "De iarnă" a lui George Bacovia