[Bennem A Tudás, Benned A Hatalom]


"Fájdalom, fájdalom

Lélekszúrt fájdalom

Komor és merengõ

Eltûrt vigadalom

Oly sok kifakadt határtalan oltalom

Nem találom utam

Csak fába zárt otthonom."


I walk a path

Stoney and thorny and unwalkable

Leaving centuries' signs behind me

Often miserable and always instructive

Besides mountains, creeks,

Swarms, and lakes

Forsaken houses,

Once existed villages remind me

It had been life here


The soil is scorched

And houses live under moss

I have seen and see

The shades of creatures so enchanting

Turning to stone

When my glance is to seek


There were lands

Where tales were born while

I was walking my path trodden

Solitude brought me wisdom

Only a riddle in my mind

Where should I find power for that...


As the creek flowing from the mountain seeks the final lake

I seek the calmness rising from the trees

As the roots of the trees seek the roaming ways of spring lifegiving in the soil

I seek the final kingdom for myself


Whether will I find it passing places

Where sunlight's rays play in the heart of woods

And give life for the plants' children growing from seeds

Leaving odd moments behind?


I seek

For I have to seek

A region from shore to shere

Where Death will give gifts

And feasts for the ghostworld

Only as an endured guest.