• Язык:
    Венгерский (Magyarul)
Источник:
  • Baka István Alapítvány

Natúra

Естество

Nem búsít, hogy a természetnek
Lehullott rejtõ fátyola,
Hogy õs erdõknek, õsz vizeknek
Eltûnt faun- s najádhada.

Nem emberi hangon süvít át
A szél a sivatag felett,
És nem az ember bágyadtságát
Híresztelik az estelek.

Nem, a natúra eme renyhe
Átalakulásaiban —
Öröklét zálogára lelnek
A halandók bizonyosan.

Költõ, te vagy, ki még megérted
Az õsnyelv szörnyû szavait,
Amelyen a szfinkszek beszéltek
Sárkány-uralkodókkal itt.

Isten voltál, dologgá lenned
Kell s szólani prófétaként,
Hogy hirtelen a föld, mely nemzett,
Megrendüljön a tengelyén.


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  • Немецкий
    Алиса Гомер
    Die Natur

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