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    Венгерский (Magyarul)
  • Baka István Alapítvány

Én és ön

Я и Вы

Tudom, nem én lennék a párja,
Más világnak vagyok fia,
S jobban tetszik, mint a gitárja,
A zurna barbár bánata.

Nem fényes termeknek, szalonnak,
Sötét ruháknak szól dalom —
Felhõknek, sárkányfajzatoknak,
Zuhatagoknak olvasom.

Úgy szeretek, mint vízre lelve
Mohón kortyolni az arab,
S nem, mint lovag, ki képre festve,
Csillagra bámul, várva csak.

S nem ágyban ér el majd a végem,
Pap és nótárius elõtt,
De egy vad szakadék ölében
Burjánzó repkények között.

És nem a kitakaritott
Protestáns mennybe száll a lelkem,
Hanem hol rablók, vámosok
S bûnös nõk mondják nékem: «Kelj fel!»

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The ship

"What d' you see in my eyes, slightly sparkling, / In my look, hazed with opaque mist?" / "There I saw the sea's deepest darkness / With a big sunken beautiful ship. / / That fine ship... More glorious and braver / None had seen over deep of the sea. / Its high masts under windbreath ...

A fragment of «Tale of Kings»

Once a dark horseman oh a black horse came / He was clad in a black velvet cloak, full of pride. / And his look was so dreadful, as a town aflame, / And so glaring as a flash in the night. / / Curly hair upon shoulders like serpents did twist, / And his voice was a song of the earth and...


Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad, / And hands are especially thin and the hair if up fluff. / Hey, listen, as far as in Africa, down at lake Chad / Is walking a graceful Giraffe. / / He's owing that elegance, slender and languor he is, / Such beautiful patterns are sh...

The Gates of Paradise

There are no seven diamond seals to close / the eternal gates of God's great paradise / it has no tempting charms, no beckoning glow / and to the people remains unrecognized. / / a doorway in a wall long since forsaken / a mass of stones and moss and nothing more. / nearby, a beggar, ...

A portrait of a man

His eyes are lightless underground lakes, / Abandoned castles of the ancient kings. / Marked with the sign of the eternal shame / Of that, the Other One, he never speaks. / The deepest wound, his mouth, dark and purple, / Made with a blade borne of the deadly poison; / And it is sad and ...

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. / ...