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ADY, Endre



I guard your eyes


With my old man's wrinkled hand,

with my old man's squinting eyes,

let me hold your lovely hand,

let me guard your lovely eyes.


Worlds have tumbled, through their fall

like a wild beast chased by fright

I came, and I on you did call

scared, I wait with you inside.


With my old man's wrinkled hand,

with my old man's squinting eyes,

let me hold your lovely hand,

let me guard your lovely eyes.


I do not know why, how long

can I thus remain for you -

but I hold your lovely hand

and I guard your lovely eyes.



Christ-cross in the forest


Snow-covered Christ-cross in the forest

On a vasty, moonlit winter’s night:

An ancient memory. Once, sleigh-bell

A-ringing, I chanced to pass that way

On a vasty, moonlit winter’s night.


My father, then still young and carefree,

Sang when he looked on a crucifix.

True scion was I of my father,

Who, sickened by graven images,

Sang when he looked on a crucifix.


Two pig-headed Magyar Calvinists,

Just like Time we paused not as we flew.

Father and son: a Yes and a No,

There we sat together singing and

Just like Time we paused not as we flew.


Twenty years have passed, and in my thoughts

My sledge flies that way now in the night

And - courtesy that then I paid not -

I now uncover and bow my head.

My sledge flies that way now in the night.



Blood and gold


Same are to my ears the pants of pleasure

And the rattling of pains untold,

Dripping of blood and clink of gold.


It is a dream, I know, that this is All,

To no purpose all else we hold:

The blood and gold, the blood and gold.


Death comes to all, in time gone will be all,

Fame, song, rank and wage will be gone.

Yet lives the gold, the blood lives on.


Nations collapse, then regain their measure,

Saints are the brave, who're like me: bold,

And keep professing: blood and gold.


I want to be loved


I am no heir, no proud ancestor,

I have no friend, no brother, sister,

I have never belonged,

I have never belonged.


I am, like every human: Highness,

Iceberg, enigma, strange and timeless,

Distant will-o'-the-wisp,

Distant will-o'-the-wisp.


But, oh, I can't remain unspoken,

I have to bare myself wide open,

Behold me, everyone,

Behold me, everyone.


In all self-torture, in every song,

I want to be loved, to belong.

Belong to somebody,

Belong to somebody.



I cannot come to you


Is summer nigh?

Each fool has his summer over here,

and I shall die.


Do you protest?

You are my great love, sacred madness,

and I shall die.


Oh songs, oh songs –

Others will go on with will and pleasure

and I shall die.


Caressing arms,

perhaps you yearn for me no longer,

and I shall die.


My path, my fate –

All my life has grown sad and awkward.

And I shall die.



Alone by the sea


Seashore at twilight. Hotel room. Evening.

She's gone from me. I shall never see her.

She's gone from me, I shall never see her.


But on the old bed, she's left a flower.

Crying, I stroke the spot where I found it,

crying I stroke the spot where I found it.


Still, the room treasures her body's fragrance.

Joyful, beneath me the waves are breaking,

joyful, beneath me the waves are breaking.


Somewhere a beacon flares through the distance –

come to me, love, for the sea is singing,

come to me, love, for the sea is singing.


I listen to the fiercely singing sea

and lie upon the aging bed and dream,

and lie upon the aging bed and dream.


She loved me here and gave me all she had –

Never again, sing the sea and the past,

never again, sing the sea and the past.