The Lioness, the Love - by Nichita Stanescu

The lioness, the love
jumped in my face.
She lurked in tension
long ago.
Her white fangs stucked into my face.
and out of a sudden, the nature
became a circle, moving along,
sometimes wider, sometimes closer,
like a water gathering.
And my sight sprang up there,
rainbow divided into two,
and the hearing meet her up,
so near to the skylarks.

I took my hand to my eyebrow,
to the temple and the chin,
but hand no longer knows them.
And it glides unconsciously
on a desert in its glow,
acrossed lazily,
by a coppery lioness,
with her cunning gestures,
again,
and again....

free translation in English By CataRu2000 <3