Away with your fictions of flimsy romance;
Those tissues of falsehood which folly has wove!
Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance,
Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.
Mi-e silă de-acele neroade visări
Pe care minciuna, târâş, le-a ţesut.
Voi daţi-mi, deci, raza, candidei mirări
Şi vraja-mpletită de-ntâiul sărut.
