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Plunkett, Joseph Mary: Piros vérét rózsán látom (I See His Blood upon the Rose in Hungarian)

Portre of Plunkett, Joseph Mary

I See His Blood upon the Rose (English)

I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.

I see his face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice -- and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words.

All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.



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Piros vérét rózsán látom (Hungarian)

Piros vérét rózsán látom,
Szeme a csillagokban lángra gyúl,
Ő ragyog az örök hóhatáron,
S könnye az égből hull.

Arcát látom, hol virág van,
Mennydörgés és madárdal hallatszik,
- Az ő hangja! És vésett sziklákban
Írott szavát őrzik.

Övé minden fáradt ösvény,
Szíve dobban a tengert kavarva,
Koronája ott van minden tüskén,
S keresztje minden fa.



Uploaded byRácsai Róbert
Source of the quotationsaját

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