Visterie doldora de vise,
Fermecata lada a Pandorii,
Unde toate duhurile-nchise
Schimba-n aur plumbul inchisorii.
Cat de veche, galbena si roasa
Tu ne spinteci bezna suferintii,
Cand te-avem in maini, misterioasa
Teaca pentru sabiile mintii.
Stup in care slove-naripate
Cu polenul lumii incarcate
Sucul nemuririi ne-au trecut,
Roi de buchi, seminte-ale ideii,
Magic cosmos strans in scoarte ; zeii
Au pierit ca nu te-au cunoscut.
THE BOOK
Treasury full of dreams,
Charmed box of Pandora,
Where all the spirits locked
Change in gold the lead of prison.
How old, yellow and worn
You split the darkness of our sorrow,
When we have you in our hands, mysterious
Sheath for the swords of the mind.
Hive in which winged words
Loaded with the pollen of the world,
The juice of the immortality have passed to us,
Swarm of words, seeds of ideas.
Magic cosmos gathered between the covers ; gods
Perished because they didn't know you.
THE BOOK
Treasury full of dreams,
Charmed box of Pandora,
Where all the spirits locked
Change in gold the lead of prison.
How old, yellow and worn
You split the darkness of our sorrow,
When we have you in our hands, mysterious
Sheath for the swords of the mind.
Hive in which winged words
Loaded with the pollen of the world,
The juice of the immortality have passed to us,
Swarm of words, seeds of ideas.
Magic cosmos gathered between the covers ; gods
Perished because they didn't know you.
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