Words can't accurately describe how much I love this poem, and it's accuracy & application in today's insane world, despite being published in aprox. 1930
Disclaimer: Profound symbolist influence, as mr. George Bacovia was a pure symbolist poet at the beginning of his journey.
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Eu trebuie să beau, să uit ceea ce nu stie nimeni
Ascuns în pivnita adânca, fără a spune un cuvânt
Singur să fumez acolo neștiut de nimeni
Altfel, e greu pe pământ..
Pe stradă urle viața, si moartea
Și plângă poetii poema lor vana..
Știu..
Dar foamea grozavă nu-i glumă, nu-i vis --
Plumb, si furtună, si pustiu,
Finis...
Istoria contemporană...
E timpul.. toți nervii te vor..
O, vino odată, măreț viitor.
Eu trebuie să plec, să uit ceea ce nu știe nimeni
Mâhnit de crimele burgheze, fără a spune un cuvânt
Singur să mă pierd în lume neștiut de nimeni
Altfel, e greu pe pământ..
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I must drink, to forget what no-one knows
Hidden in the deep basement, without saying a word
Alone, to smoke there, unnoticed by anyone
Otherwise, life's hard on Earth...
On the streets screams life, and death too...
And poets howl for their poems in vain...
I know...
But the great hunger isn't a joke, nor a dream —
Plight, and storm, and desert
Finis...
Contemporary history...
Is time itself... All my nerves give me pain...
Oh, come at last, great future.
I must to leave, to forget what no-one knows
Haunted by the crimes of the bourgeoisie, without saying a word
Alone, to fade within this world, unknown to all
Otherwise, life's hard on Earth...
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Translation by me, with the help of a fellow translator for difficult idioms.