The 3rd Letter by Mihai Eminescu (Romanian Grand Poem in English)

• published: 03 Dec 2014
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Sound track Johannes Brahms - Variations on a Theme of Haydn for orchestra Op. 56a Poem by Mihai Eminescu - biggest Romanian poet Translation / Voice - DoVox (fragments of a Romanian grand poem that is presenting the victory in the battle of Rovine, in 17th of May 1395, where the Ottoman army was defeated by Wallachian army led by their voivod/ruler Mircea the Elder … After that he apprehended that the dreaming it was sent by the prophet So a while he was uplifted and stayed on place with Mahomet And from his earthliness devotion a vast empire will be born And whose years and distant margins the heaven only will it know And so his dream is knocked together and as a vulture spread his way Year by year the kingdom s’ growing and getting larger every day The green flag rise higher and higher and higher is since started on People by people fly with this dream and sultan after the sultan So country by country left them proceed On such road of glory, on the Danube river, was now sultan Beyazid. At a sign, margin by margin, joining boat by boat is joining In a large sound of the brassings all the army now is flooding. Janissary and soul children of the Allah and spahee Came to darkening the grounding at Rovine where’s no three. Broadcasting themselves like clusters, bringing up the tents so large But just only at a distance oak wood sound the call up sound. Look, at scene the peace man coming with a simple scarf on stick Beyazid looking at this one asks him with a great contempt - What you want? - We, all the blessings and if isn’t with a mess our lord would like to see him, you’re enhanced emperace At a sign the way is opened and approaches to the tent An old man that is so simple, if is watched by speech or stand. - You are Mircea? - Yes your highness - I have come for you to lean. If you don’t, I’ll change your crown with a simple branch of spine. - Any thoughts you have your greatness and in any way you came As we are to stay in peace then I’m just saying well you came. As regarding of the leaning, well your greatness, let’s excuse For a little thing like that one now with army blame abuse? Or you’d want to make returned as from now your acted way That will be a sign for us all, so we’ll know that you are OK. If is this case or the other, what is written for us all We’ll be carrying with a good joy if peace is or if it’s war. -Oooh, when for me the full world’s open, just to look, you think I can, That entire Osman army to be stunted by a man? Oh, you old man not imagine or you cannot even dream What a plenty people staying just to block my way I’ve seen All the famous western flower altogether from the west All that Crosse’s shadow gathers, emperors meet kings and rest To confront the huge tornado lifted up by my Crescent. All the glimmers dressed their corselets and the same did Malta man. With his 3 crowns Pope appeared drowned one over the other All the lightings then they gathered to confront the light of me which in stormy rage made compass over lands and over seas. ….. At Nikopol have you’ve seen that, what an army brought together All arranged to look opponent as a wall that collapse never? When I’ve seen thy lots and numbers, leafs as many, grass like crowd; with an unrelenting hatred then I whispered to my hand I have sworn so to pass over all that people, without care Right in Rome on chancel table I will serve my horse oatmeal. And against my wildest blizzard you defend yourself with rod? And when driven by the triumph to be stunted by rot? - By a rotten man, yes highness, but the rotten man you see Isn’t one like any other, he’s the lead of family. I just wouldn’t wish your highness to become knowing us well Nither Danube river swallow spumous drowning your cartel. Numberless they came with ages, starting with a guest well known Persian Darius of Hystaspes just a bit and then they go. Many built over the ages over Da nube any arch Which they passed with all world horror and a plenty of a folk Many kings that were so wasted by a world they could not fit Some of those came here demanding land and water, less no bit. And I’m not going to praise me, nor that you should fear from us But as many times they came here all became water and dust. Are you praising that you’ve broken all that came in to your way: Gatherings of kings and brave man in a huge show of array? Are you praising that the west world bow and bent in front of you? What was that the westerns wanting, what you thing they want to do? It-s the laurels that they wanted to get off your iron head Me? I just defend my poorness, our needs and our men. So, in everything it matter on this little piece of land All that moves such limbs and rivers is only for me a friend! But for you my dear caller enemy will be in the end Hated you will be by every and not even apprehend. We don’t have No bigger army but the love of land we breathe That is bigger wall then ever you have seen it Beyazd.