Cateva lucruri frumoase

[Rizem]

The title means: "A few beautiful things". I believe this is an approperiate title for this poem I've wrote.


A butterfly flaps its wings,
I observe this,
And wonder why it flies?
My friend cries,
I observe this,
And wonder why she cries?

Both move so stunningly,
Both are so free.
It makes little sense,
That they suffer,
Seems so wrong,
And that they suffer for so long?

The butterfly searches for a flower.
Is that so different from us?
Searching for reason,
For trust?
But the butterflies reasons are pure,
Come tide or season,
All he wants is life.

We humans,
We are obsessed with strife,
Not life.
I observe this,
And understand why my friend weeps.



(Original)

Un fluture aripile sale,
Am observat acest lucru,
ªi e de mirare de ce zboara?
Prietenul meu plange,
Am observat acest lucru,
ªi e de mirare de ce plange?

Ambele se miºcã atât de uimitor,
Ambele sunt atât de liberã.
Se face prea mult sens,
Pe care le suferã,
Pare atât de greºit,
ªi cã suferã atât de mult timp?

Ei cautã fluture pentru o floare.
Este cã atât de diferite de noi?
Cauta dupa motiv,
Pentru încredere?
Dar motivele fluturii sunt pure,
Vino mareea sau anotimp,
Tot ce vrea este viaþa.

Noi, oamenii,
Suntem obsedati de ceartã,
Nu este viaþa.
Am observat acest lucru,
ªi de a înþelege de ce plânge prietenul meu.

[ThatOneGuysBro]

A nice few stanzas you have there. I quite enjoyed them. I was not aware that your native tongue was Romanian. Ahh, to be human.

[Rizem]

Thank you, Tog.