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

Don Juan

Дон-Жуан

Bennem kevély és egyszerû a vágy:
Csónakba szállni, nyeregbe ugorni,
S kijátszva ezt a lomha kort, robogni,
Apolva új s új ajkak bíborát.

S megtérni Krisztushoz, ha már lejárt
Idõm, hamut csak õsz fejemre szórni,
A súlyos vaskereszttõl meghajolni,
S mormolni szemlesütve szent imát.

Míg egyszer egy vad orgián, ocsúdva,
Mint sápatag lunátikus, kit útja
Csendjében elfogott a rettenet,

Rádöbbenek: porszemként csak lebegtem,
Mert asszony nem szült nékem gyermeket,
S férfit soha testvérnek nem neveztem.


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