Dorel Cosma: Homage to the City of the Anthem

In Bistrița, beneath the old stone of the citadel, time kept an unspoken song. And one day, a man listened to how the earth beats in the heart of a people. Andrei Mureșanu! He descended in silence to the root of the word and found there a country. Out of unrest he lit a light, out of pain — a voice, out of a verse — a calling. And the song rose above the centuries like the water of a spring that never forgets its way. “Awaken, Romanian!” And the mountains opened their windows, and the bells of time began to answer. A stone, a tower, a water, a memory — all keep the echo of that beginning. And Mureșanu, in the unseen between times, listens. Beneath the silence of stone remains the light of the word, and in every utterance a window opens toward the country.

The anthem passes from voice to voice, from heart to heart, like an unseen river beneath the memory of a people. Bistrița once began to sing. And her song continues in us.