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Towards the rocky spring, in the thick forest, thick and dark Catre sipotu da piatra, din padurea deasa, deasa si intunecoasa He left at dawn... dew and fog... not grazed yet, Pleca dimineata, pa roua, pa ceata, pa roua nepascuta, Dew on the feet, fog on the meat. Cu roua-n picioare, cu ceata-n spinare. Eighteen hours till sunset. Opspe suliti pin-n apus. Up in the sky, beams of the sun, daybreak Sus la naltu cerului, la razele soarelui, 'n revarsatu zorilor A steep descent... the hazel wood's green, the sycamore grove's yellow. La greu coboris, verde alunis, galban paltinis. Green is the iris's bud... shepherd am I, here, in the mountains. Foaie da mugur da stinjen eu is baci aci la munte. When the sun rises I take my flock on the balks Cind rasare mindru soare ias cu turma pe razoare, When the moon rises I tell the woods good night Cind rasare mindra luna zic, codrului noapte buna, And the leaf is swinging me, and the doina's soothing me, Si ma leagana frunza, si m-adoarme lin doina, And the thought is swinging me, and the pipe is soothing me. Si ma leagana gindu, si m-adoarme fluieru. Fairy Belladonna, grass of the woods, flower of the woods, let me pick you up Mindra matraguna, iarb-a padurii, floarea padurii, lasa-ma sa te culeg, In moonlight, in the middle of the forest, in Their garden Sub claru lunii, 'n mijlocu padurii, din gradina Dinsalor. In the depth of a thick night, the lonely moon unstitches to let the spell take place. La mijloc da noapte deasa, luna singura dascoasa, vraja sigura sa iasa. Masters of the Wind, Earth's Enemies Stapinele ale vintului, Dusmanele ale pamintului Stay behind me, show me my way; make the spell take shape, all by itself. Stati in urma-mi, calea da mi-i da, vraja da la sine sa facea. On the high top hill, fog and darkness (negura) Pe nalt virf da magura, ceata si negura From deep down the valley, till far in the distance. Da jos, jos din vale, pina hat... in zare... From mountain to mountain, from realm to realm, from stone to stone Si din munte-n munte, si din plai in plai, pina-n piatra-n piatra, (Mountains' lynx, forests' bears, beasts of the hills (Muntii cu risii, codrii cu ursii, magurile cu fiarele, bitcele cu ciutele Foxes of the rocks, springs of the groves, all of them were gazing and wondering.) Stincile cu vulpile, dumbravi cu izvoarele, tati adinc priveau... si sa minunau.) From within winds and whirlwinds thrown away towards the stars In vinturi si-n volburi, din vinturi aruncat, si trimes, in putu cu jgheab To measure the earth with his steps and the sky with his thought. Sa masoare pamintu, pamintu cu umbletu, si ceru cu cugetu. On a path of the lost, towards Ursu Mare... up the Upper World. Si pre calea ratacitilor, inspre Ursu Mare... 'n Tara da Sus. The near sky speaks the secret wisdom. Ceru megies, sfatosenia graieste. (Woods were quaking, firs and elms were shaking, beeches and sycamores were bending, (Codru sa cutremura, ulmi si brazi sa clatina, fagi si paltini sa pleca, Cooling his forehead, kissing his hand, weeping upon him with their sigh.) Fruntea da i-o racorea, mina da i-o saruta si cu freamat da-l plingea.) His steps measure the earth, his lightning the sky. Sa masoare pamintu, pamintu cu umbletu, si ceru cu fulgeru. In the skies' grove... heart of the earth. In cringu cerului, din sorbu pamintului. Indeed! Zau! On a path through the thicket... at the old hazel wood P-un drum in dasis, la vechi alunis At the foot of a mountain, on the lowest hills, La picior da munte, pe dealuri marunte, Through silent fields blown by winds, Prin plaiuri tacute, da vinturi batute, Caught by night in the woods - I am their long-forgotten apparition. Noaptea-n codrii ma apuca, codrilor le sunt naluca Green fir's bud up in the mountains, on the lowest hills, Naluca purtata, din vechi vremi uitata. On silent fields blown by winds, and by rains, Verde mugur brad da munte, pe dealuri marunte, Behold, between the mountains and the hills, a mighty voice is echoing from above. Cu plaiuri tacute, da vinturi suflate si da ploi udate, From everywhere they gather round the fire, in moonlight! Nedei si sintilii, iata, intre munti si deal, glas navalnic greu rasuna, din vazduh. Round dance begins, it holds the mountains, Pretutindeni 'ncet s-aduna, la foc; da sub clar da luna! They become one, and bring the other land into this one, Hora apriga sa-ncinge, muntilor ii tie chinge, A trade! By giving thou give, you're mountain's own... you're being it! Sa unesc, si-n tara asta, cea da dincolo o trec, Tirg da dat. Da dind dai, muntelui pe loc te tai. Ii-esti!