For You (by Attila Németh)

You live for me
and I for you.
Someday I’ll be there
up to that time live, create poems!
We’ve met as two humans.
Night is falling, I’m sitting on the chair in a shirt.
The scent of apples, the scent of coal.
My teeth are sharp bone knives.
I in formalise you. I in formalise God, too.
There won’t be evening from morning.
Soup, turned into stone.

-translated by Ági Dénes