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

Szamothrakéi Niké

Самофракийская победа

Lázálmaimban forgolódva
Te állsz elébem újra s újra —
Niké szamothrakéi szobra,
Széttárt kezed elõre nyújtva.

Az éji csendet felriasztva,
Hogy fejem is megszédül tõle,
Szárnyas, vak, visszatarthatatlan
Akaratoddal törsz elõre.

Eszelõs-fénylõ szemeidben
Nevet valami, lánggal égve,
S bennünket árnyaink követnek
Vágtatva, ám utol nem érve.


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