Ecce homo!

Here is a poem written by a Romanian poet called Ion Minulescu: “Ecce Homo”, translated (and betrayed) by me. The original Romanian text was taken from http://www.romanianvoice.com/poezii/poezii_tr/stege.php

I liked reading and translating it, I hope you will like it too ;)

Ecce Homo

I am a blend of weirdness and commonness,

Of gibberish of bells

And of kneading of piano tiles -

In my soul I carry the sadness of the planets that set down

And in songs, the tumult of waterfalls…

I am a the rhytm of good

And of bad,

Of uprising voices

And of late resignations

In my gestures I carry the defiance of all that is

God

And in my dreams, the majesty of the solar agony…

I am a crossbreed of harphs

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And trumpets,

Of lazy stately dances

And of quick, group ones

In tears I carry the lie of silent regrets

And in laughter, the impertinence of those loud mandolines.

I am a harmony of prose

And of lyrics,

Of murders

And idylls,

Of art

And superstition -

In my skull I carry the Collosal, master of

Universe,

And in my lyrics, the volition of the last

Inscrutable.

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