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

Nyolcsoros

Восьмистишье

Sem azt, mit susognak az éjek,
Sem jó anyánk énekeit,
Nem értettük mi soha még meg,
Mit érdemes megérteni.

S a mennyei fenség jelképe,
Mint örökség, mely áldatik, —
A magasztos elhebegése,
Költõ, tenéked adatik.


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