by Dumitru Velea
You are all Beauty,
and reflection of jewels in the morning,
you write my name with a reed on the stone
under which, whitened by the powdered, I rise
hungry and I shout: Forgive me, I am present;
your strength give strength to my Eyes!
with a sword, tear me away from the sword
and break me like a pot made of clay!
with one hand, guide me along the labyrinth,
and sacrifice me in the dark room,
with the other hand, reveal my face
burnt by the light, from under the soot.
Translated by Mariana Zavati Gardner
Last updated January 15, 2014