In
Eminescu,
poem
A Starry Sky
A mortal is born, an angel lights a star in the sky
And down to earth descending, the frame of clay enkindles,
He springs inside the body the wings of contemplation
And lays the honeyed voice over the silent bosom.
In bondage to the sky, the star, life’s brightest candle,
Ambles around, dictating the newborn human’s fate.
Upon his death, the soul spreads his wings wide
And blows the star to embers, returning to the sky.
(Mihai Eminescu,
in my own translation)
Above is just a fragment from a poem by Mihai Eminescu (Romanian poet, 1850-1889), called "The story of the magician traveling the stars". I attempted this translation because I want to use it a as Motto for one of my short stories.
