• Язык:
    Венгерский (Magyarul)
  • Baka István Alapítvány



Imát rebegni nem merek már,
Litániákat feledek,
Fölöttem vészjósló madár száll,
S szemei lángoló tüzek.

Még halkan hallom vijjogását,
Mint korhadt cimbalom szavát,
Mint tenger messzi mormolását,
Verdesve sziklák mellkasát.

És látom már: acélkarommal
Verdes fölöttem vészesen,
Mint áramló folyó a holdban
Remeg, villogva fényesen.

Megriadok. Mit várhat tõlem?
Hisz Ganümédész nem vagyok,
S nem Hellász ege, mely fölöttem
Lágy sugaraival ragyog.

Ha meg az Úr galambja lenne,
S jött szólni: «Készülj fel hamar!» —
Mért nem rokon a kertjeinknek
Kék-szürke galambjaival?

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