Come, said my soul,
Such verses for my body let us write, (For we are One),
That should I after death invisibly return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultous waves,)
Ever with pleas’d smile I may keep on
Ever and ever to the verses owning – as, first, I here and now,
Signing for soul and body, set them to my name,
O roza-nfloreste, suava
Ca nor risipit e necazul.
Puternic ma poarta extazul
Spre-o nalta si tainica slava.
Nu-mi pasa de-a vietii otrava,
De chinul ce-si urca talazul
O roza-nfloreste, suava;
Ca nor risipit e necazul.
Stapan sunt de-acum pe ragazul,
Sa-mi fac din ursita o sclava,
Si nu mai e viata grozava,
Desi mi-a brazdat tot obrazul
O roza-nfloreste, suava.
Rondelul rozei ce infloreste de Alexandru MACEDONSKI
