The blue lake of the forest
Patched now with yellow lilies,
Startled - rocks a small boat
In ever-growing circles.
And wandering along banks,
I half listen, half see
You rise up from the rushes
To lean gently against me;
Let's take the small boat,
And join the murmuring water,
I'll drop both the oars, my love,
And let loose the tiller.
Let's float, lost in the spell
Of the moon's hazy light -
The wind will whisper in the reeds,
Ripples sing for our delight!
But she never comes - Lonely
And in vain, I sigh and suffer
On the edge of that blue lake
With yellow lilies on the water.
Lacul
English translation by Brenda Walker
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