It’s nighttime when the bell towers burn
From so much ringing of the bells
And they flutter like gigantic flames when they die.
Glory, glory that ends in
A roaring howl, in sparks
Soft light glimmering
And turning into ash
Above the earth and in the sky.
It’s the end-night
In which everything begins again:
Take me there
From the PBS Winter Recommended Translation.
Ana Blandiana's The Sun of Hereafter - Ebb of the Senses, published by Bloodaxe books.