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

A Padovai dóm

Падуанский собор

Csodás e templom, mégis csupa bánat,
Kísértés, kéj, viharfelleg-hadak.
A gyóntatószék rácsos ablakán a
Vágytól gyötört szemek átizzanak.

S harsog, majd búg csak orgonán az ének,
És újra harsan rettentõ szava,
Mintha a vér, sötétlõ dómok részeg
Gránit-vénáiban lázongana.

A bíbortól, a mártírok mezitlen
Testétõl, míg lelkedbe nem hatol
Fehérlõ csábításuk, fuss el innen,
Az éjsötét boltozatok alól!

Az ónegyednek tavernájában máris
Teraszra ülve, rendelj bort hamar,
Ott, hol a tengerbe folyó kanális
Vizétõl zölden fénylik fel a fal.

Siess! Még egy erõfeszítés vár rád!
De elgyengülsz, meglátva tornyait
A dómnak — katolikus gótikáját
Úgy tárja szét, akárha szárnyait.


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Remember the palace of giants…

Remember the palace of giants, / The pool, full of silvery fish, / Alleys of planes, the highest, / And keeps made of huge stone bricks; / / As my golden horse at the towers / Was prancing, so proud and strong, / And gems decorated his harness / In patterns of delicate work. / / ...

The ship

"What d' you see in my eyes, slightly sparkling, / In my look, hazed with opaque mist?" / "There I saw the sea's deepest darkness / With a big sunken beautiful ship. / / That fine ship... More glorious and braver / None had seen over deep of the sea. / Its high masts under windbreath ...

A fragment of «Tale of Kings»

Once a dark horseman oh a black horse came / He was clad in a black velvet cloak, full of pride. / And his look was so dreadful, as a town aflame, / And so glaring as a flash in the night. / / Curly hair upon shoulders like serpents did twist, / And his voice was a song of the earth and...

Giraffe

Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad, / And hands are especially thin and the hair if up fluff. / Hey, listen, as far as in Africa, down at lake Chad / Is walking a graceful Giraffe. / / He's owing that elegance, slender and languor he is, / Such beautiful patterns are sh...

The Gates of Paradise

There are no seven diamond seals to close / the eternal gates of God's great paradise / it has no tempting charms, no beckoning glow / and to the people remains unrecognized. / / a doorway in a wall long since forsaken / a mass of stones and moss and nothing more. / nearby, a beggar, ...

A portrait of a man

His eyes are lightless underground lakes, / Abandoned castles of the ancient kings. / Marked with the sign of the eternal shame / Of that, the Other One, he never speaks. / The deepest wound, his mouth, dark and purple, / Made with a blade borne of the deadly poison; / And it is sad and ...