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Poe, Edgar Allan: Ábránd (Romance in Hungarian)

Portre of Poe, Edgar Allan

Romance (English)

Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been--a most familiar bird--
Taught me my alphabet to say--
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child--with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Though gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings--
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away--forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.



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Ábránd (Hungarian)

Dúdoltál, Ábránd, lankatag
Fővel, lecsukva szárnyadat,
Zöld lomb között pihenve meg,
Mely árnyas tó felett remeg,
Te tarka tollú papagáj
- Több, mint madár, meghitt barát -
Vezetted botló nyelvemet
Az ábécé betűin át,
Míg ültem a vadon füvén,
Okos szemű fiúcska, én.

Ma reszket a mennybolt, midőn
Az évek keselyűi vad
Vihart idézve szállanak;
Ábrándozásra nincs időm,
Szemem a dúlt éghez tapad.
S ha szárnyuk nem ver majd vadul,
S lelkemre lágy toll pelyhe hull,
Lantom, mely tétlenül hever,
Felcsendül, szívem dalra gyúl
S úgy érzi, bűnt követne el,
Ha nem remegne, mint a húr.



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