Dsida Jenő: Jámbor beszéd magamról

I was a stray pauper,
rambling spring to winter.
Hollered if it pleased me,
Heaven’s aimless drifter.

Roadside shrines a-passin'
I always grew solemn,
my shaggy dog and I
idly stood by ‘em.

Hills and lowlands did my
simple wooden clogs grind,
keeping, for the most part,
Heaven’s teachings in mind.

Never took offense at
gluttonous old friars,
observing peacefully
vulgar stagecoach drivers.

Never tread on vermin
nor tormented spiders,
I liked wine and laughter,
intimate encounters.

I implored Saint Mary:
Sevendaggered Anguish,
spare my darling mother
from torment and languish!

As the church bells rung, I
let my prayer take flight:
let me die merry as
jolly Christian souls might.

Reseda vine, my heart,
zithers and petal-song.
banquets with fair maidens
coyly we danced along.

At night in my bedroom
angel choirs teased me,
underneath my blanket
tickled and ap-peased me.