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“The disease” by MARIN SORESCU
Doc, I feel something deadly
Here, where my being is
Every organ in my body is hurting,
During the day hurts the sun,
The moon and stars hurt at night.
I feel something very painful in that cloud on the sky
And I wake up each morning
Feeling like winter.
I took all kinds of pills for nothing
I hated and I loved, I learned to read
And I even read some books,
I have been speaking to people and thinking,
I have been good and beautiful…
All these didn't have any effect, doc,
And I spend loads of years on all these.
I think I must have caught the disease of death
Some time ago,
When I was born.
June 4, 2007
“Boala”
de MARIN SORESCU
Doctore, simt ceva mortal
Aici, in regiunea fiintei mele
Ma dor toate organele,
Ziua ma doare soarele
Iar noaptea luna si stelele.
Mi s-a pus un junghi in norul de pe cer
Pe care pana atunci nici nu-l observasem
Si ma trezesc in fiecare dimineata
Cu o senzatie de iarna.
Degeaba am luat tot felul de medicamente
Am urat si am iubit, am invatat sa citesc
Si chiar am citit niste carti
Am vorbit cu oamenii si m-am gandit,
Am fost bun si-am fost frumos...
Toate acestera n-au avut nici un efect, doctore
Si-am cheltuit pe ele o groaza de ani.
Cred ca m-am imbolnavit de moarte
Intr-o zi
Cand m-am nascut.
translated from Romanian by Lori Tiron-Pandit
