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

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Záporral befröcskölt ablakomtól
Az egész világ ragyás;
Nézem: nem fakult meg, és tudom jól,
Nincsen benne változás.

Csak a zöld lett baljóslatú-kékes,
Mintha gálic folyna szét,
Ám a rózsa fellobbantja mégis
Benne vérpiros tüzét.

Esõcseppek dobolnak a tócsán,
Dörmögik zsoltárukat,
Így litániázik esti órán
Dünnyögõ apácahad.

Dicsõség a felhõs, éjszin égnek!
Tavaszi folyó, ahol
Hal helyett fák ugranak sötéten
Föl a víz alól.

Varázsmalom-örvényben forognak
Nyerítõ, szilaj lovak,
És a lélek, ez a nyomorult rab,
Könnyebb most és boldogabb.


Другие переводы:

  • Испанский
    Хорхе Бустаманте Гарсия
    La lluvia
  • Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
    Lluvia
  • Чешский
    Мария Марчанова
    Déšť

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I`m dreaming that both of us dead…

I'm dreaming that both of us dead. / We're lying - so peaceful for ever. / Two white heavy coffins of lead / Put down together. / / And when did we say that "enough"? / What for then and what means the trying? / But strange that's not aching my heart, / My heart is not crying. / ...

Unperturbed and indifferent sun contemplated the planet…

Unperturbed and indifferent sun contemplated the planet / There all was infested with terror and eaten by rot, / There rocks in the distance appeared a huge shaggy dog, / There black boiling copper spewed out collapsing volcanoes. / Was the night of the world. / / Unexpectedly rolled i...

Their souls` love had been born beside the sea…

Their souls' love had been born beside the sea, / In sacred groves of virginal naiads, / Whose songs, arguing with the play of wind, / With strings, ring joyfully, eternally. / / Great oracle... the majesty of man / Has never been more strange and more severe, / The closed lips and th...

The Magic Violin

Pretty boy, / you are so merry / and your smile's - so light, so sunny. / Don't you ask me for this passion / that is poison to the worlds. / You don't know, don't know how dreadful / is this Magic Violin, sonny, / And how gloomy is the horror / of the one who strikes the ...

Comfort

He that has been burried / Hears a glorious chime, / Smells the whitest lilies / In his dream beyond time. / / He that in his grave lies / Sees an endless light / As the wings of Seraphs / Shed their snow-flakes bright. / / You are on your death-bed / And your hands are cold....