Rest thy head on my pillow, weary warrior of old-
Long was my waiting and bitter my years.
And I’ve poured thee a drink made of winds soft and cold,
And the dance of the snowflakes, and a lover’s vain tears.
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Close thy eyes, my bold soldier, in this cold wintry night,
While the cruel snow devours all that’s peaceful and glad.
But I’ve woven a blanket made of youthful delight,
And the chant of the forests, and the full moon’s warm thread.
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Come, forget all thy worries, give thy fears to me,
Let me cast them away to be slain by the snow.
And I’ve wrought thee a weapon made of storms from the sea,
And the flight of the eagles, and the fire’s deadly glow.
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Come, sleep now, my brave one, I will watch over thee,
And sing thee a lullaby in this cold wintry night
Made from sweet-scented flowers of a lonely white tree,
And the love that I bear thee, and my fire’s tempting light.
Copyright Simina Lungu 2023