Your shadow, mother, is small
Barely a nephew finds room under
And how you shadowed us like a lime
Dad, me, all my dear ones!
Your shadow, mother, is small and heavy
And the sun of your eyes goes down
And we run into a mad world,
Children without time being near her.
We do not have time, and when we have it
The well of life goes down in a star.
And when we return powerless
Under your shadow mother, you will be … nowhere.
We’ll open be the gate of the shack
And a smile and a tear between her lips
Will wipe the forgetfulness, and the stars in the coach
Will stop blinking in vain.
Cast us out, mother from the big nut tree
And do not let us fall … in oblivion.
Calling everyone to table
And praise yourself in the village with many grandchildren.
Your shadow is small but alive
And my dad’s alive, though he’s underneath.
There were no shadows if there were no suns
And longing for resurrection and great celebrations.
English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu