Наш язык - на английском

  Наш язык  - на английском языке: OUR LANGUAGE / LIMBA NOASTRА – Alexei Mateevici – translation Daniel Ionita

Our language is a treasure
From the deep, ascending grand
String of gems beyond all measure
Overflowing on our land.
Our language is a fire
In a nation to prevail
From the deadly sleep and mire
Like the hero from the tale.
Our language is a tune,
Yearning folk-song, longing true
Crushing thunder which will swoon
Charcoal clouds, horizons blue.
Our language, voice of bread
Wind of summer’s rustling sound
Our ancestors, it is said,
With their sweat had blessed this ground.
Our language, leaves of green
From the woods’ eternal strife
Dniester soft, its waves serene
Lucent stars’ eternal life.
You will never more bemoan,
That your language is too poor,
Bounteous in word and tone
Is the tongue of our dear shore.
Our language, ancient stories.
Legends from another time;
And in reading of these glories,
We are stirred, profound, sublime.
Our language, chosen, rare
To raise glory to the skies
And for all, in prose and prayer,
Of eternal truth advise.
Our language, it is sacred,
Brogue of homilies of old
It is wept and it is chanted
By our folk in their abode.

(from the volume The Bessarabia of my soul - editors Daniel Ionita and Maria Tonu - Mediaton Publishing - Toronto, Canada)
В этом сборнике имеется и мое стихотворение: Читая Никиту Стэнеску

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