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

Öröklét

Вечное

Zárt folyosóján a napoknak,
Hol még a mennybolt is nyomaszt,
Perc-létembõl nézek korokba,
De várom a Szombatomat.

Midõn a lélek izgatott, vak
Tévelygésének vége lesz…
Ó, nap, melyen látok s tudok majd
Különös dolgokat, siess!

Mindent, mi zaklatott, megértve,
Új, másik lelket is lelek.
S áldom az utat, mely a férgek
Sarától a Napig vezet.

És az, ki dörgéstõl kísérve
És jámbor csöndben jött velem,
Ki gyönyöreim elítélte
S elnézte bûnöm kegyesen,

Tanított harcra, hallgatásra,
Elárult õsi titkokat, —
Botját letéve, fordul hátra,
S «Megérkeztünk» — ezt mondja csak.


Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Евгений Бонвер
    Eternal
  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    The Eternal
  • Польский
    Збигнев Дмитроча
    Wieczność

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