On moonstones, time forges;

A river that silently devours seconds;

It gathers shards of stories in its fist;

And hides in the shadow of desire.

The golden fabric of time rests;

And a crown of mystery has woven;

Time, the master craftsman, carves;

And rhymes of love sewn on the sky.

And, the old clock ticks in the temples;

Beating relentlessly over eternity;

It strikes with wings on paired shoulders;

A steadfast guardian bound to duty!

As the seconds of pleasure are celebrations;

They are born in silence, buds of apricot;

A chiseled face inspires in dreamy eyes;

And, unspoken desires flash on the eyelashes of dreams.

Since the moment is a heavenly flame of love;

Tied with longing to the heavens in chains;

So we unwind the violent spool of life;

With a hand that will never touch it.

And the moment paints, on the forehead in delirium;

Writes tattoos in curves of love…

Also, it sews on the silver temple with thread;

And dreams intertwined on whispers of longing.

It is the measure of life on earth and in heaven;

Eternal lord, he, time without name;

He plays with death’s covenant…

With a quiver full of arrows through the world.

And, the master of thought, he passes in haste;

Crowned king, on the sky of eternities;

He opens and closes keys at whim;

Sculpted in the future in children’s eyes.

Also, he sifts light with frozen fingers;

The queen of night in the moment of rest…

Times of silence pass into eternity…

Lights are lit in the eyes, torches of light.

And, names flow on calendar pages;

As we melt on turbulent paths;

So life is a secret, a sad search;

When the shiver of death pierces the veins.

It struggles in the temples, the shiver in the blood;

We asked, “What was and what will be”;

When, treacherous time, the body will break;

And the hastily gathered years will rest.

As we are travelers in the years of youth;

Fleeing shadows on a foreign land;

We wander in haste, the meaning of life;

In search of a divine sign!

But time, the thief, silently gives its laws…

It melts kingdoms and hearts on embers;

And, eternity extinguishes all that was life;

Faded notes on harps, it crumbles.

We are a glimmer of life and light;

A golden point, energy in chaos;

Thus, we fulfill the divine command;

And we receive, in exchange, the moment of rest.

So, it is a river, flowing, never stopping;

Carrying us through life in sublime time;

And, we treasure with love all it gives;

And share them with those we love.

In eternity, time no longer exists;

Love, an echo that never fades;

And we find in paradise, a sad moment;

Time: the memory on a cold stone.

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(Self-translation from ROMANIAN)

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