Ulysses

Biet rege stnd cu vrstnica mea

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not
me.
soa
n faa vetrei, printre stnci pustii,
Ce noim are s-ntocmesc legi
strmbe
Pentru un neam barbar ce strnge
przi,
Mnnc, doarme i nu m cunoate?

Simt iari dor de duc voi bea

viaa
Pn la drojdii. Mult m-am veselit
ntotdeauna, mult am ndurat,
Cu-ai mei sau singur, pe uscat, de-
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
asemeni
life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed
Cnd prin a norilor grozave trmbe
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
Ploioasele Hyade dojeneau
that loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Pcloasa mare sunt acum un
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
nume!
Vexed the dim sea. I am become a name;
Tot pribegind cu inima-nsetat,
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Multe-am vzut i cunoscut:
Much have I seen and knowncities of men
meleaguri,
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Ceti, moravuri, sfaturi i domnii,
Myself not least, but honored of them all
Cinstit de toi, sorbind plcerea
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
luptei
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
Pe vnzolitele cmpii troiene.
I am part of all that I have met;
Din tot ce-am ntlnit sunt azi o
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
parte;
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin
Dar experiena e un arc prin care
fades
Se vede lumea nebttorit
Forever and forever when I move.
Cu margini ce se terg mereu cnd
How dull it is to pause, to make an end.
merg.
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
E trist s stai deoparte, ruginind
As though to breathe were life! Life piled on life
n loc s strluceti prin folosin!
Were all too little, and of one to me
De parc a sufla nseamn via!
Little remains; but every hour is saved
Viei peste viei i nc-ar fi puin,
From that eternal silence, something more,
Iar dintr-a mea nu mai rmne
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
mult;
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
Dar fiecare ceas poate scpa
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
De venica tcere; i n anii
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Ct voi mai vieui e-o mrvie
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
S stau i s adun, iar ntr-acestea,
Cruntul duh s ard de dorina
De-a urmri cunoaterea, mult
peste
Hotarele gndirii omeneti

This is my son, my own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the scepter and the isle
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labor, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and
thought with me
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil.
Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the
deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my
friends.
Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we
are
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
Asemeni unei stele ce se stinge.
Acesta-i Telemac, feciorul meu
Att mi-e de drag i lui i las
i insula i sceptrul; el va ti,
Cu minte nepripit, s-mblnzeasc
Un neam slbatic, s-l deprind-
ncet
Cu tot ce e folositor i bun.
E-un suflet neptat; atunci cnd
plec,
Se-apleac-asupra treburilor cu
grij,
De oameni nu-i strin i i cinstete
Pe zeii casei. El cu munca lui,
Eu cu a mea.
Acolo-i portul; vasul
i umfl pnzele; ct vezi cu ochii,
Cernite ape; marinarii mei,
Care-ai trudit i-ai cugetat cu
mine
i ai ntmpinat cu voioie
i tunetul i soarele, voi, inimi
i gnduri libere! Suntem btrni.
Dar vrsta are cinstea ei i munca;
i dac moartea-ncheie toate, nc
Putem s svrim o fapt mare,
De slav unor ce-au luptat cu zeii.
Lumini prind s clipeasc printre
stnci;
Prea lunga zi apune; luna urc;
Adncul murmur. Venii, prieteni,
Nu este prea trziu s cutm
O lume nou. Hai, desprindei nava
i, aezndu-v cu art, lovii
Cu toi odat, brazdele strnite.
Vom merge dincolo de asfinit
i scldtoarea stelelor din zarea-i
Aceasta-i cea din urm int-a
mea.
De nu ne-nghite valul, cu putin-i
S-atingem Insulele Fericite
i s-l vedem pe marele Ahile.
Mult ni s-a luat, dar, iari, mult
mai este,
Dei n-avem puterea de-altdat
Ce zguduia pmnt i cer; i
suntem
Ce suntem: inimi de eroi, slbite
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. De timp i soart. Dar vom nzui
i, drzi, vom cuta i vom afla.
Alfred Tennyson traducere de Leon Levichi