• 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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You will recall me

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The Cross

Card after card lied to me, lied and lied, / and even wine no longer helped. / Cold March stars hung pale, / anxious, outside the window. / / Coldly mad, in crazy passion, / I felt the game was dream. / "I bet everything in the bank, all of it!" I shouted. / And I lost. / / I l...

Thoughts

They have crowded around me - why? - like thieves / in the dark, in the quiet suburban dark. / Like sinister hawks, like sullen hawks, / they have come for some cruel vengeance. / / Hope left. Dream ran. / Anxiety pried open my eyes / and as though on a ghostly slate / I read my wor...

A Ballad

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The Turkey

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