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FOREST, O MY FOREST
(In popular form)
Forest, O my forest dear,
What dost thou so lonesome here?
For since I have seen thee last
Many weary years have past,
And since I have gone away
In the world I much did stray.
—O, I do as in the past,
Listen to the winter’s blast,
Which my branches tears and breaks,
Chains with ice my streams and lakes,
On my paths snow-hills will lay,
All my songsters drives away.
And I do, as long ago,
Listen when the women go
Singing their old doina[1] song,
As they walk the path along,
To the fountain, where they still
Come their water pails to fill.
—Forest dear with quiet streams
All in this world flowing seems;
Time goes past, but only thou
Still art young and younger now.
- ↑ Doina, the Rumanian popular song.
