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

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Больной

Lázálmaimban egyre ez gyötör:
Vonalak metszõn-éles végtelenje,
S harang mint óra, üt szünetlenül,
Akárha már az öröklét peregne.

S úgy rémlik most, hogy a halál után,
Kínjával a feltámadás-reménynek,
A vaksötétben így kutatja tán
A szem a sok jólismert, régi képet.

De ama õshomályban zöld füvet
Nem lel, s a fül se hall már földi hangot,
Nincs más, csak kockák, rombuszok, szögek,
S kongó, örök, baljóslatú harangok.

Ó, bár csak álom nyûgözné szemem!
Eljutnék, mint a béke ünnepére,
Õsz tengerekhez, sárga fövenyen
Nagy, barna köveket számlálni végre.


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