Drumurile pe cari nu le umbl\u0103m,
drumurile ce r\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een noi,
ne duc \u015fi ele, f\u0103r\u0103 num\u0103r, undeva.
Cuvintele pe care nu le rostim,
cuvintele ce r\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een noi,
descoper\u0103 \u015fi ele, f\u0103r\u0103 de margini, f\u0103ptura.
Luptele ce nu le d\u0103m,
luptele ce r\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een noi,
ne l\u0103rgesc \u015fi ele \u00een tain\u0103 patria.
S\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a pe care n-o d\u0103ruim,
s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a ce r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een noi,
multiplic\u0103 \u015fi ea f\u0103r\u0103 cap\u0103t via\u0163a.
Moartea de care nu murim,
moartea ce r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een noi,
ne ad\u00e2nce\u015fte \u015fi ea t\u0103cerea.
\u015ei pretutindeni prin toate
\u00ee\u015fi pune temei poezia.

Ascult\u0103 pe drumuri
de cer, pe \u00eenalte,
cohorte de p\u0103s\u0103ri

Ce-ti las\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103?
Ce-\u0163i las\u0103 \u00een fa\u0163\u0103?
Tomnatic imperiu,
izvoare ce-nghea\u0163\u0103.

Cur\u00e2nd c\u0103priorul
la ochiul de ap\u0103
\u00eenchis - cu copita
zadarnic mai sap\u0103.

\u015ei \u00eenc\u0103 vedea-vei
ce jaf \u00een lumin\u0103
va fi, \u015fi ce jalnic
verdict \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103.

At\u00e2t \u00ee\u0163i r\u0103m\u00e2ne:
p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u00een tenebre
\u015fi inima ars\u0103

Din c\u00e2ntec, din caldul,
nimic nu mai este,
ah, nici \u00een via\u0163\u0103,
\u015fi nici \u00een poveste.

Ia seama c\u0103 m\u00e2ne
cocorii \u00een sear\u0103
vor duce \u015fi luna,
fur\u00e2nd-o din \u0163ar\u0103.

Stelele, ce-i drept, mai sunt deasupra, toate,
dar Dumnezeu ne trece sub t\u0103cere.
Tenebrele n-au cap\u0103t, lumina n-are \u00eenviere.
Inima mea - e-o carte care arde,

Ce gol \u00een toamn\u0103 mi-e Sibiul!
Printre c\u00e2te turnuri s\u00e2nt
a\u015f m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia at\u00e2tea drumuri,
ce-ar fugi de pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt

A\u015f m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia-ntr-un loc o frunz\u0103
ce mai sun\u0103 \u00een urechi
\u015fi soarele m\u00e2ncat de greieri
pe sub zidurile vechi.

\u00cen str\u0103in\u0103tate-mi, p\u0103m\u00e2ntean \u00een lacrimi,
stau de veghe l\u00e2ng\u0103 vatra mea de patimi.
Suflet pr\u0103bu\u015fit \u00een hum\u0103 ca \u00een perne -
nici o veste - de odihn\u0103 nu-mi a\u015fterne.

Nu cu ochii mai privesc - hotar - poian\u0103.
Cat \u00een preajm\u0103, pretutindeni, printr-o ran\u0103.
Iscodesc prin v\u0103i, prin larga-mp\u0103r\u0103\u0163ie,
vreo f\u0103ptur\u0103 de mai este - s\u0103 m\u0103 \u015ftie.

Chem spre miaz\u0103zi \u015fi noapte, n-am r\u0103spuns.
S\u0103 ard singur, orice zare s\u0103 m\u0103-nfr\u00e2ng\u0103
ursitoarele-nceputului m-au uns