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A sok-sok égitest közül

A sok-sok égitest közül
Zord földünk önként választottam,
S e világon szívem örül,
De akkor csak, ha víg uton van.

Ha meglep titkon engemet
A bú, lelkembe lopakodván,
Elnézem a fellegeket,
S a lelkem újra mosolyog már.

S ha néha mégis álmodom
Rég elhagyott édes hazámról,
Én magam is csodálkozom,
Mért dobban meg szivem magától.

Hisz oly rég volt már, és amott,
A mennyeken túl, hova úsznék…
Hát nem mindegy, hogy hol vagyok,
S fel is milyen vitorlát húznék?

Перевод стихотворения Николая Гумилёва «Среди бесчисленных светил…» на венгерский язык.

Среди бесчисленных светил…

Среди бесчисленных светил
Я вольно выбрал мир наш строгий
И в этом мире полюбил
Одни веселые дороги.

Когда тревога и тоска
Мне тайно в душу проберется,
Я вглядываюсь в облака,
Пока душа не улыбнется.

И если мне порою сон
О милой родине приснится,
Я так безмерно удивлен,
Что сердце начинает биться.

Ведь это было так давно
И где-то там, за небесами.
Куда мне плыть — не всё ль равно,
И под какими парусами?

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