Sleepy Birds – Somnoroase Pasarele (Eminescu)


Somnoroase păsărele
Pe la cuiburi se adună,
Se ascund în rămurele –
Noapte bună!Doar izvoarele suspină,
Pe când codrul negru tace;
Dorm şi florile-n grădină –
Dormi în pace!

Trece lebăda pe ape
Între trestii să se culce –
Fie-ţi îngerii aproape,
Somnul dulce!

Peste-a nopţii feerie
Se ridică mândra lună,
Totu-i vis şi armonie –
Noapte bună!

All those sleepy birds
Now tired from flight
Hide among the leaves
Good-night!Only the spring whispers
When the wood sleeps silently;
Even flowers in the gardens
Sleep peacefully!Swans glide to their nest
Sheltering among the reeds
May angels guard your rest,
Sweet dreams!

Above a night of sorcery
Comes the moon’s graceful light,
All is peace and harmony

sleepy-little-birdsEvery year, on Mihai Eminescu’s birthday, we love to pick a few of his most famous poems and share them with the world.

This one is a favorite of mine – it talks about the peace in the world when night time comes. It’s a nature poem, with no hint of mankind, frozen in time – as accurate today as it was a hundred years ago and a thousand years ago. The forest is dark and silent, the only noises that can be heard are made by a spring stream cursing through the woods. Even the flowers sleep.

Have you ever seen a sleeping flower? I have. They close up their petals for the night, just to open them up again in the morning. Delicate and feminine, they open as the first rays of the sun fall on them, the dew dripping from their small leaves.Sleepy-MeadowThe swan going to bed is (like the flowers) a symbol of purity. A speck of white in a dark world. An angel in the dark. A whisper “Dormi in pace!” (“Sleep in peace!”) has both the meaning of love and understanding, the words you would say to a sleeping child and he will smile in his sleep knowing that he is protected. These are also the words you would say to a dead person – wishing that their eternal rest is peaceful and their sleep untroubled.

This is how death is hinted to in this poem – the sleep, the dreams, the darkness, the angels. But death is not such a bad thing. It brings you closer to your loved ones, it gives you rest and surrounds you with harmony. And every night – the sky dies as the sun goes away. The world is silent and un-moving, dead until morning.

SPN513-00011And above all, the one ruler, silent and silver – the Moon goddess watches all.

The painting is complete. The silvery light, the peaceful sighs of animals and plants as they prepare for darkness The sounds are just the crickets and even they will soon be silent. A “Woosh” in the water as the majestic swan makes its way to the nest. And the happiness that comes with the peace.

Tradtitional Hay Meadow at duskDormi in pace.





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