Carul cu flori [English translation]

Salcioaran girl*, violet.

Sweetheart, I have been a summer’s day

And the spring night

That moves people into the fields

And girls sleep outdoors

Spring, when you arrive

You caress everything that is wood

Trees begin to make buds

Girls grow and blossom

Down the hill and in the valley

As though carrying away a burden

Loaded with smoke bush**

Drawn from Lisandrie (nickname for Alexandria?)

Following the scent of osacean***(?)

With a cart of valerian

Wheel hubs made from cork wood

That would cast rays upon the earth

With wheel rims made from chrysanthemums

With spokes from alpine violets

Sides of aromatic tree bark

With fender skirts of ivory sun

Wheels of costmary

Fresh stems of roses

How many nails are on the cart, sigh,

Everything is upon/from lilies of the valley

And jletii*** with grape leaves

Branches from long-berried grapes

Rope from ajuga laxmanii (latin name, there was not a good English translation)

Straps on the oxen made from cristeneasa (the same plant)

Jiglele (part of the ox yoke between the neck and pin) made from cocorai ****

With their yoke the oxen pull two evergreens

Braided ropes of violets

From (tane***?) nets for them

The water cart of my days!

Come on towards heaven, souls, come on!

And over there is sama (a healthy treat?) to give to you

Come on, destitute souls.

It surprises me that you stay in the bones

With words and with trouble,

With words and with trouble!

When towards heaven, raiu(?)-dull-witted

I have seen that I am guilty

How many flowers are on earth, sigh,

Everything goes by oath(?)

Just a danacel*** like me

Unfortunately I am not on earth!

I am only able to look my with eyes

As over there I was destroyed

Again in heaven’s portal

Sits a sunflower

And it judges flowers

Which have made scents.