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Rmnicu-Vlcea, 2008Cincisprezece aniIsrael-2008 este ara mea,

prunc nscut odat cu Iisus.

Cincisprezece ani am cutat

copilria neamului meuPe Muntele Tabor, Moise se ruga

mpreun cu Ilie i Iisus,

Israel-2008 pstreaz acea rugciune.

Cartea Sfnt a adus lumina menorei

pe faa pruncului Iisus.

Israel-2008 este ara mea ,

ara pruncului Iisus.

Alexandru Dur

AM VORBITI HAVE SPOKENI have spokenI have tried to speak with Someone in my prayerBut there was no answer.

I was crying alone desperately,

The tears of the sky were rolling down my face.

That moment I got closer the Ghetsimani Garden

to the park in front of my block.

There was Jesus with his disciples, breaking to pieces the bread,

Kissing one another surrounded by Elohim-Fathers love.

Later I was invited to the holy table.

Those Christic morsels dropped in the green grass were enough for me.

I could not ask for more

I have spoken with Someone in my prayer He has heard me!

He saved me with his tears of victory.

Am vorbitAm vorbit cu Cineva n rugciuneNu mi-a rspuns.

Plngeam singur clipa disperrii,

Lacrimile cerului curgeau pe chipul meu.

Atunci am apropiat Grdina Gheimani

de parcul din faa bloculuiEra Iisus cu ucenicii, frngeau pinea,

se srutau nvluii n iubirea Tatlui-Elohim.

ntr-un trziu am fost invitat la masa cereasc.

M mulumeam cu frme hristice czute-n iarba crud.

Nu ndrzneam s cer mai mult

Am vorbit cu Cineva n rugciuneM-a auzit!

M-a miluit cu lacrimi de biruin.

Eternity,Spoil the oil on the heavenly sky,Fill the earth with happily joy,

Bring the sweetness of incense prayer.

The metropolis has lost its beauty,

The computer stirs the man inside,

Sending away the eternitys joy.

Modernity is prophecy,

The limbs burn near the triptych,

A sign of pure love.Eternitate,Vars untdelemn pe bolta cereasc,Umple pmntul de fericit trire,

Toarn dulceaa rugciunii de tmie.

Metropola a pierdut frumuseea,

Computerul tulbur omul dinuntru,

ndeprteaz bucuria veniciei.

Modernitatea a devenit profeie,

Mdularele ard lng troi,

Semn al dragostei adevrate.

WoundedI breathe the spirit of the sorrow faithThe loneliness plowed by the angels,

The abnegation called by saints

The incense of the anchoretic prayer.

The infinite depth of the heart

Is sparkling stirred by angels,

Without being doomed in silence,

Or convicted to spiritual death.

The substances mystery comforts the body

Of the millennium tormented by wars.

Elohim troubles the Holy Walled City,

The soul wounded by ignorance.

Goods, beauties, pleasures

On the stairs of promised immortality.

RnitRespir duhul credinei amare,Bunul nsingurrii arat de ngeri,

Druirea chemat de sfini,

Tmia rugciunii sihastre.

Adncul fr sfrit al inimii

Strlucete micat de ngeri,

Nu mai este osndit cu tcerea,

Supus vetejirii spirituale.

Misterul formei mngie trupul

Mileniului rvit de rzboaie.

Elohim tulbur Cetatea Sfnt,

Sufletul rnit de nepsare.

Buntile, frumuseile, plcerile

Urc treptele nemurii promise.

The signThe sign of redemption lightsThe beauty of our present days.

The indifference of the metropolis stirs

The hymn of eternal love.

The fallen angels beg for mercy,

And fear overwhelms the grandeur of the buildingsWith one hundred storeys.

We descend to silent idols,

In the depth of the night,

The world of third millennium is down

In ignorance and dissipation

Blood stains on the dusty icon.

SemnulSemnul rscumprrii lumineazFrumuseea zilelor noastre.

Rceala metropolei tulbur

Imnul iubirii eterne.

ngerii czui plng iertarea,

Teama cuprinde mreia blocurilor

Cu o sut de etaje.

Coborm spre idolii tcerii,

n adncul nopii,

A czut lumea mileniului trei!

Culcat-n ignoran-n desfru.

Urme de snge pe icoana prfuit.CloseWe bear inside that figureyet untouched by the torture.

The shadow of feelings

Denies immortality.

An inner freedom which tires

the millennium linked to the computer.

When shall I utter those words:

Im sleeping instead my heart is awake.

Then incense is burnt in the heart housed by angels,

In the name of Almighty God,

So close to You, Yahve.AproapePurtm n noi chipulneatins de tortur.

Umbra strilor sufleteti

tgduiete nemurirea.

Libertatea luntric obosete

mileniul legat de computer.

Oare cnd voi rosti cuvintele:

Eu dorm dar inima mea vegheaz.

Atunci voi arde tmie-n inima

locuit de ngeri,

ntru bucuria slavei cereti,

Aproape de Tine, Yahve.

Brought togetherby angelsFigure of light, the old Europewith the look of a judge I official

Agitated continent ,

spotted by blood.

The chains of disobedience,

The sufferings of the King of Jews.

on the mount of faith.

Europe, brought together by angels.

Unit de ngeriChip de lumin btrna Europ,cu figur de jude.

Continent tulburat ,

ptat de snge,

Lanurile neascultrii,

Ptimirea Regelui Iudeilor

pe muntele credinei.

Europa unit de ngeri.

The shadowThe white hands of darknessCovers the shadow of celestial night

Pearls dropped on the railways

Ricked up by the sleeping girl.

The mysterious gentlemans mind

Tears off the lilys dead petals,

The season is bleeding, tears

On flowers buds.

The roof falls on the fence,

Stirring the glow worms in their sleep,

What a tremendous night!

Such a pale shadow!

The moon and the stars,

On the moving sky.

UmbraMinile albe de-ntunericAcoper umbra nopii astrale.

Perle czute pe ina de tren,

Culese de fata ce doarme.

Mintea necunoscutului domn

Rupe petale moarte de crin,

Snger anotimpul cu rou

Pe muguri de flori.

Straina cade pe garduri,

Tulbur licuricii din somn,

Ce tainic noapte!

Ce palid umbr!

E luna cu stele,

Cerul ce umbl.

The fruitFilled with heavenly Kindnessthe whipping soul,

The memory of those pleasures that washes

the dew of the faith,

Minds wanderings bounded

by helplessness.

That I was humbled but I have saved myself.The saints place marked

by posterity

Shall we fight against sins!

Modernity watches

the whipping soul,

The third millennium is asking for You!

Believing in the promised fruit.

RodulPlin de buntate cereascsufletul nlcrimat,

Amintirea plcerilor spal

roua credinei,

Cltoria minii oprit

de neputin.

Umilit am fost i m-am izbvit.

Locul sfinilor ntinat

de posteritate

S luptm cu necredina!

Modernitatea privegheaz

sufletul nlcrimat,

Mileniul trei Te caut!

Crede n rodul promis.

I shall cry!The smile of those lips parched by betrayalFills the emptiness of the lost moments

Tormented by the doubt of disobedience

Stirred by consciousness of falling,

I shall cry!

At the beginning of the third millennium.

Voi plnge!Zmbetul buzelor arse-n trdareUmple ntunericul clipei pierdute.

Tulburat de-ndoiala neascultrii,

Strpuns de contiina cderii,

VOI PLNGE!

La nceput de mileniu trei.

The soulFlies the soul bewildered by heights,The fight against modernity stirs

the traveler inside.

The patience is good in the wars

those wars started by hand stained by blood,

The lamb brought to be sacrified on the graves.

Humans asking eternity on Mars.SufletulSufletul zboar ameit de-nlime,Lupta cu tehnologia tulbur

cltorul din mine.

Calea rbdrii slujete-n rzboaie

pornite de mini ptate de snge,

Mielul adus spre junghere-n morminte.

Omul cere venicia pe Marte.

Creator-Elohim,I need to feel your presence in the lonelinessof those one hundred storeys buildings,

To feel You in my soul destroying

the idols of modernity.

Then I shall understand the meaning

of the technological human being.

Creatorule-Elohim,Vreau s Te simt n singurtateablocurilor cu o sut de etaje,

S Te vd nluntrul meu demolnd

idolii modernitii.

Numai atunci voi nelege menirea

omului tehnologic.

Every hourEvery hour is a burdenfor the newly born bodyThe technological mans war

cannot be understood by angels.

They should stay in tanks

to see the darkness of third millennium.

Im prisoner to those ardent thoughts,

hidden in atomic dreams.

Every hour is a burden seen

on that face carved by angels.Fiecare ceasFiecare ceas e povarpe chipul trupului nscutRzboiul omului tehnologic

nu poate fi neles de ngeri.

Ar trebui s zboveasc-n tancuri

pentru a vedea ntunericul mileniului trei.

Sunt rob gndurilor ptimae,

cuibrite-n vise atomice.

Fiecare ceas e o povar

pe chipul dltuit de ngeri.

I still remainI am still at the end of the roadHope is my only chance,

The look of infinite eyes.

I keep those silent thoughts

Waiting for the angel of love.

The pietys leaves turned pale,

The joy is still away,

The modern mans proudness.

Far away from heavenly gift,

Looking at the tombs

I remain at the end of the road.

RmnRmn la capt de drum,Unica orand ndejdea,

Faa ochilor nemuritori.

Pstrez tcerea gndului,

Atept ngerul iubirii.

Frunzele smereniei s-au ofilit,

Vremea bucuriei n-a venit,

Trufia omului modern.

ndeprtat de darul ceresc,

Cu privirea-n morminte,

Rmn la capt de drum.

At Chedar riverThe stone pulled by tears,Stopped by decaying body.

Fire at Chedar river,

Modern technology is broken.

The Angel covered by light,

The land of modern technology.La rul ChedarPiatra mpins de lacrimi,Oprit de trupul czut.

Foc la rul Chedar,

Tehnologia modern e frnt.

ngerul npdit de lumin,

Pmntul tehnologiei moderne.

The walls of JerusalemThe walls of Jerusalem,The earthquake of modernity,

The alms offered by the metropolis.

The soul lies in containers,

My hearts prayer is not heard anymore,

The stock exchange prayers

The loneliness, away

from happiness.

The silence of first Christians,

The walls of Jerusalem are all burning,

In the name of that precious gift: eternity.Zidurile IerusalimuluiZidurile Ierusalimului,Cutremurul modernitii,

Ofranda adus de metropol.

Sufletul zace-n containere,

Rugciunea inimii tace,

ndrumtori juctorii la burs

Starea singurtii, departe

de fericire.

Linitea primilor cretini,

Ardere de tot pentru zidurile

Ierusalimului,

Pentru negritul dar: eternitatea.

The path of repentanceThe inward voice of history,Destroyed is Europes ground!The light of the century comes with the death,

There is no salvation

Love cannot be bought

with golden gifts!

Touched by the loves pains,

Feed the baby inside

with heavenly manna,

So that we can change ourselves

in the third millennium.

Drumul cineiVocea luntric a istoriei,Lovit e trupul Europei!

Lumina veacului e-n ziua morii,

Nu poate vedea izbvirea

Dragostea nu se obine

cu daruri de aur!

Lovete cu biciul iubirii,

Hrnete pruncul dinuntru

cu man cereasc,

S putem umbla transfigurai

n plin mileniu trei.SorrowsThe technological mans punishment,Moth eaten promise,

The spirit of holy words.

That love betrayed with silver,

Sadness smoldering silently,

The fellows are enjoying themselves in ignorance,

with their hatred soul.

The technological mans words.

ntristriOsnda omului tehnologic,Fgduina roas de molii,

Duhul sfintelor citiri.

Iubirea-nghiit de argini,

ntristarea mocnete tinuit,

Fraii petrec n necunoatere,

Cu sufletul prbuit de ur.

Cuvntul omului tehnologic.

The purpleThe purple of the mind in a clay jar

burning perfection,Turning the prayer in repentance.

Look, look that is I!...

Filled with joy I come close to the sky

The sweetness of grace overwhelms the light,

Climbing the stairs of eternity ,

Not far away from the Jerusalem

in that millennium stirred by modernity.PurpuraPurpura minii-n vasul de lutmistuie simurile desvririi,

Preface rugciunea-n cin.

Vezi, vezi c sunt Eu!...

Cuprins de bucurie apropii cerul

Dulceaa harului inund lumina,

Urc treptele eternitii ,

Nu departe de Ierusalimul

mileniului tulburat de modernitate.The comfortThe comfort of light gets closerthe searches,

The angel crucified for us.

The cherubs hide the fruit of pleasure,

The spirit opens the lock windows,

The joy of the soul burnt by repentance.

The comfort of light brings the blood tear,

The beauty of modern life ,

The light of eternity.MngiereaMngierea luminii apropie

drumul cutrilor,

ngerul rstignit pentru noi.

Heruvimii ascund fructul plcerii,

Duhul deschide ferestrele ferecate,

Bucuria sufletului mistuit de cin.

Mngierea luminii aduce lacrima

de snge,

Frumuseea vieii moderne ,

Lumina veniciei.

The voice of psalmreadingThe voice of psalmreading, so gentle,mixed with tears,

Troubles the unhappy pure creature.Heaven with magnolia in blossom,

inside the pious man.

The thoughts of third millenniumdarkens the source of salvation.

The prophets silence

is born in the angel-child.

The voice of psalmreading lights

the technological man,

Making sensitive the darken eyes.Glasul psalmodieriiGlasul psalmodierii, blnd,amestecat cu lacrimi,

Tulbur inocentul nefericit.

Rai nflorit cu magnolii,

luntrul omului cucernic.

Gndurile mileniului trei

neac izvorul mntuirii.

Linitea profeilor

nmugurete-n copilul-nger.

Glasul psalmodierii lumineaz

omul tehnologic,

nmoaie ochii npdii de-ntuneric.

Evening guardBreathing during evening guardmind is in prayer.

The light spreads the darkness,bringing to life beautiful thoughts.

The abyss of disobedience sends away

the Seraphs immortality,

The hearts gate opens

the path to eternity.

The Jerusalem of the soul talks to

the angels,

The mustard seed is touched by love.

Veghea de searRsuflarea la veghea de sear,strpungerea minii-n rugciune.

Lumina mistuie ntunericul,

cuprinde gndul frumos.

Abisul neascultrii rpete

nemurirea Serafimilor,

Poarta inimii se deschide

pailor veniciei.

Ierusalimul sufletului vorbete

ngerilor,

Grunte de mutar strpuns de iubire.

Eternal beautyChasing Eternal beautyinvisible beasts tears up the mind.

Storm breaks out the souls strings,

wild animals are swallowing,

Killing the bodys senses.

Light dims as washed by the rain,

a rain with hot tears ,

Perfect Kindness,

The Angels face in glory.

Your name is uttered in meditation.

The Light of the Son spreads joy

in the humble heart,

the richness of a future glamour.

Words turned over in the soul

of Eternal beauty.

Frumuseea EternPe urmele frumuseii EterneFiare nevzute sfrtec mintea.

Furtuna strnete valurile sufletului,

Animale slbatice se-nfrupt,

Ucid simirea trupeasc.

Lumina dispare splat de ploaie,

ploaie cu lacrimi fierbini ,

Desvrit buntate,

Chipul ngerului n slav.

Cugetarea rostete numele Tu.

Lumina Fiului ntinde bucuria

peste inima smerit,

arvuna strlucirii viitoare.

Cuvinte frmntate-n sufletul

frumuseii Eterne.

Mystical inspirationMystical inspiration,Love vanished in ashes,

Bones without any flesh,

Belly fed by the faith.

The difficult path of repentance

Brings grace to the soul.

The prayers fire lives

in the heart warmed by saints.

Eternal flame stirs the creature

affected by modernitys eyes.Iluminarea misticIluminarea mistic,Iubirea topit-n cenu,

Oase despicate de carne,

Pntec potolit de credin.

Dificila cale a cinei

aprinde harul sufletului.

Focul rugciunii slluiete-n

inima-nclzit de sfini.

Flacra etern tulbur fiina

ncercat de ochii modernitii.

Angels diadem

Angels diadem fired by lightshines by immortalitys glamour.

The garment of celestial fire sends away

the darkness of third millennium.

The angels beauty blinded

the next block neighbours passion.The sky comforts the ground tormented

by wars,

Angels diadem fired by light,

the man stirred by modernitys burden.Diadema ngerilorDiadema ngerilor aprini de luminstrlucete-n splendoarea nemurii.

Vemntul focului divin mistuie

ntunericul mileniului trei.

Frumuseea ngerilor a orbit

patima vecinului de bloc.

Cerul mngie pmntul frmntat

de rzboaie,

Diadema ngerilor aprini de lumin,

povara omului provocat de tehnologie.

The LogosThe logos changed on Mount Tabor,

Reborn in the lonely clayThe holy glory subdued the crowds,

Modernitys chained soul.

The holy light cannot be explained,

Precious stones cover Jerusalem,

The logos can hear the words uttered by angels.

Lord Savaot is strong like the sun

The Bethleem Babys serenity,

Source of the Logos uttered on Mount Tabor.

LogosulLogosul transfigurat pe Muntele Tabor,Renscut n lutul nsinguratSlava fr egal a supus mulimile,

Sufletul ncarcerat al modernitii.

Lumina cereasc nu poate fi exprimat,

Nestemate nepreuite acoper Ierusalimul,

Logosul aude cuvintele mrturisite de ngeri.

Domnul Savaot e puternic ca un soare,

Senintate a Pruncului din Betleem,

Izvor al Logosului transfigurat pe Muntele Tabor.

SoulSoul touched by love,Voice which is kept silent,The altar of future repentance,

The light of the glory.

The gentle sky rests among buildings.

I take part at the angels mass

innocence of salvation on my face.How sublime Lord is,He lives in the place paved with stones.

With the love deep in my soul I live

the technological mans odyssey,

Dressed up in a cloud of celestial light.

SufletulSuflet ptat de iubire,

Vocea redus la tcere,

Altarul cinei n devenire,

Lumina necreat a harului.

Cerul blnd a poposit printre blocuri.

Particip la liturghia ngerilor

cu inocena mntuirii pe chip.

Ct de sublim este Domnul,

Slluiete-n locul pardosit cu pietre.

Cu sufletul ptat de iubire triesc

odiseea omului tehnologic,

mbrcat n nor de lumin cereasc.You restYou rest with your headbent by grief,

Tormented by the unfaithfulness

of my millennium.

The earth shadows the rainbow,

Brightness filled with love,

Incense jars carried by angels,

Jerusalem of the chosen people.Te odihnetiTe odihneti cu capulplecat de durere,

Frmntat de necredinamileniului meu.

Pmntul nvluie curcubeul,

Strlucirea plin de iubire,

Vase cu tmie purtate de ngeri,

Ierusalimul poporului ales.

My centuryMy century with dirty lips,The beauty of the sky despised

by the eyes affected by the computer.

The angels peace stirs

the bloody terrorists bombs.

This century kills any hope for

those babies born from love.

Happy are those peace makers

My century with its dirty lips

defies the prophets words.

But not for a long time

The heaven lets the light fly.Secolul meuSecolul meu are buzele murdare,Frumuseea cerului dispreuit

de ochii modelai de computer.

Pacea ngerilor tulbur bombeleteroritilor nsngerai.

Epoca pietrific ndejdea pruncilor

nscui din dragoste.

Fericii fctorii de pace

Secolul meu are buzele murdare,

pteaz vorbele profeilor.

Nu pentru mult timp

Cerurile las lumina s zboare.

The callWhat kind of call deformsthe millenary mummys face?It is deaths call, calling

the eternity from the depths of the sky.

It is the call

of pietrified bones.

The white teeth remind

of the death chained in Creation.

Let her free in the desert of Carantanea,

Where Christs spirit will destroy her.No one could hear that righteous mans prayer

asleep in the dust!

A dove flies away from the dome of the church

surrounded by light. It is Eternity,

Bringing joy to the man of the third millennium.StrigtulCe strigt desfigureazfaa mumiei milenare?

Este strigtul morii, cheam

Eternitatea din adncurile cerului.

Este chemarea

oaselor pietrificate.

Dinii albi amintesc

moartea ncarcerat-n creaie.

Lsai-o s plece-n pustiul Carantanei,

Unde Duhul lui Hristos o va ucide.

Nimeni nu aude rugmintea dreptului

adormit n rn!

Din turla bisericii zboar un porumbel

inundat de lumin. Este Eternitatea,

Aduce bucurie omului mileniului trei.

The silenceThe Unknown troubles the silenceof the virginal forest ,

The silence of bitter thoughts.

Chains carved in the forest,

Imaginary memories.

The secret of Mount Sinai understood by Moses.

The silence of the trapped millennium,

the hermit lost in his prayer.TcereaNecunoscutul frmnt liniteapdurii virgine ,

Tcerea gndurilor amare.

Lanuri dltuite-n codru,

Amintiri imaginare.Taina Muntelui Sinai neleas de Moise.

Tcerea mileniului ncarcerat,

sihastrul rtcit n rugciune.

Cuprins

4Cincisprezece ani

6I have spoken

7Am vorbit

8Eternity

9Eternitate

10Wounded

11Rnit

12The sign

13Semnul

14Close

15Aproape

16Brought together by angels

17Unit de ngeri

18The shadow

19Umbra

20The fruit

21Rodul

22I shall cry!

23Voi plnge!

24The soul

25Sufletul

26Creator Elohim,

27Creatorule-Elohim,

28Every hour

29Fiecare ceas

30I still remain

31Rmn

32At Chedar river

33La rul Chedar

34The walls of Jerusalem

35Zidurile Ierusalimului

36The path of repentance

37Drumul cinei

38Sorrows

39ntristri

40The purple

41Purpura

42The comfort

43Mngierea

44The voice of psalmreading

45Glasul psalmodierii

46Evening guard

47Veghea de sear

48Eternal beauty

49Frumuseea etern

50Mystical inspiration

51Iluminarea mistic

52Angels diadem

53Diadema ngerilor

54The logos

55Logosul

56Soul

57Sufletul

58You rest

59Te odihneti

60My century

61Secolul meu

62The call

63Strigtul

64The silence

65Tcerea

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