• Язык:
    Венгерский (Magyarul)
  • Baka István Alapítvány



Ez volna hát õ, a természet,
Melyet a szellem megtagad:
A rét, hol illatát a méznek
Átjárja a mocsári szag.

A farkasfalkaként üvöltõ
Szelek siratóéneke;
Fenyõ felett a kergetõzõ
Fellegek tarka ménese.

Látom: árnyak s ábrák forognak,
Látom, és elfog a harag,
Teremtõ hintette magoknak
Silány sokfélesége csak.

Föld, rossz tréfát ne ûzz te vélem,
Dobd már le koldusgönceid,
S légy, ami vagy, csillag az égen,
Melyet vad, belsõ tûz hevít.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
  • Украинский
    Наталия Горишная
  • Французский
    Екатерина Литвиненко
    La nature

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