Luceafărul

Romanian poet Mihai Eminescu wrote an epic poem called Luceafărul, or the Evening Star.

A fost odată ca-n povesti,
A fost ca niciodată,
Din rude mări împărătesti,
O prea frumoasă fată.

Si era una la părinti
Si mîndră-n toate cele,
Cum e Fecioara între sfinti
Si luna între stele.

Din umbra falnicelor bolti
Ea pasul si-l îndreaptă
Lîngă fereastră, unde-n colt
Luceafărul asteaptă.

Privea în zare cum pe mări
Răsare si străluce,
Pe miscătoarele cărări
Corăbii negre duce.

îl vede azi, îl vede mîni,
Astfel dorinta-i gata;
El iar, privind de săptămîni,
îi cade dragă fată.

Cum ea pe coate-si răzima
Visînd ale ei tîmple
De dorul lui si inima
Si sufletu-i se împle.

Si cît de viu s-aprinde el
în orisicare sară,
Spre umbra negrului castel
Cînd ea o să-i apară.

which translate in English to

There was, as in the fairy tales,
As ne'er in the time's raid,
There was, of famous royal blood
A most beautiful maid.

She was her parents' only child,
Bright like the sun at noon,
Like the Virgin midst the saints
And among stars the moon.

From the deep shadow of the vaults
Her step now she directs
Toward a window; at its nook
Bright Evening-star expects.

She looks as in the distant seas
He rises, darts his rays
And leads the blackish, loaded ships
On the wet, moving, ways.

To look at him every night
Her soul her instincts spur;
And as he looks at her for weeks
He falls in love with her.

And as on her elbows she leans
Her temple and her whim
She feels in her heart and soul that
She falls in love with him.

And ev'ry night his stormy flames
More stormily renew
When in the shadow of the castle
She shows to his bright view.