Săracu' omu' cu dor,
Poor man with sadness
Săracu' omu' cu dor,
Poor man with sadness.
Cum plânge sara la nor,
As though to make the clouds salty with his tears
Ochii i se fac ponor.
His eyes make themselves into ponds.
Săracu' omu' cu jele,
Poor man with sorrowful lamentation,
Săracu' omu' cu jele,
Poor man with sorrowful lamentation,
Cum plânge sara la stele,
As though to make the stars salty with his tears,
Ochii i se fac vâlcele.
His eyes make themselves into a shallow valley.
De n-ar hi dorul mândrii,
We would urge on proud longing
M-aș culca, m-aș hodini,
I should lie down, I should relax,
Da' doru' mândruții este,
But longing is proud
Eu la lume-s de poveste.
I am in the story about mankind