first published: 1886, by Mihai Eminescu
Towards the star that rose tonight
There is a path so long,
That thousands years it took its light
To come to us along.
Maybe for long time it was spent
In depth of heaven's blue,
And only now its ray was meant
To shine in our view.
The icon of the star deceased
Dawns slowly in the night
When it was there, unseen, we missed,
We see it when it's not.
The same way when our greatest wish
Died down in depth of night
The light of our love dismissed,
Still follows in our sight.