|HE TU MÂNDRULUŢULE
||SET HAND ON HEART ...|
|Sanda Golopenţia||tr. Peg Hausman|
He tu mândruluţule
Pune mâna pă inimă
Vezi caré suntem de zină
Care-am greşit dragostii
Ne-am lăsat de-a ne ibdi.
De-ai greşît mândrúle tu
Pice frunza din codrú.
De-am greşît mândrúle ieu
Nu-m agiute Dumniedzău.
De ne-o greşît oamenii
Nu s-ar puté hodini
Si-n pământ, dac-or muri.
N-aivă nice sămn de cruce
Nici la groapă cine-i duce.
De ne-o greşit fetile
N-aivă năroc bietile
De cununa ce roşîie
Nici de sfânta cununie.
De ne-o greşît feciorii
Să n-aibă năroc bdieţî.
Set hand on heart, my handsome dear
Say which of us is guilty here
Say which one sinned our love away
So none is left to us today.
If you sinned, dear, against our love
Then let the forest's leaves fall off
If it was I who was at fault
Then let God's mercy touch me not
If people did this sin to us
Then let them living have no rest
Nor underground, when die they must
No cross nor marker shall they have
No friend to walk them to the grave
If it was girls who did this sin
Then let them have no luck, poor things
Not in the bridal wreath so red
Nor when the wedding rite is said
If it was boys who did this sin
Then no good luck, poor things, to them.
Copyright © Sanda Golopenţia 2009; trans. © Peg Hausman 2009 - publ. Editura Ethnologica