Posted by He was lured by the mother of songs, the Earth,
And by the father of songs, the Shepherd,
He was enticed away, far, and from that time
The echoes of sunless orphanage and everlasting sorrows are crying in my heart.
His young desires have taken him away, because
He doesn’t know yet, that the man is striking
The wrathful fiery ore of youth into a cold sword even at home.
The sails were filled with far shouting winds,
And soon, maybe for ever
He was hidden from me
By the curved back of the sea.
His restless eyes
Were flying forward far,
His soul saw the bank of the reed covered Nil
Even yesterday and he saw the foreign stars or
Maybe admired the wreathed altars
Of Itonia and the violet eyes of the blonde girls
Who were lying on the hills of Ida,
And he heard the dark bells
Of the beautiful horned cows. –
His young desires have taken him away
They have taken him away, far
And from that time the fire of the sun
Is crumbling away in my eyes
In my loud heart the night and the infinite echoes
Of the everlasting sorrows are crying.
by Lőrinc Szabó