Thursday, September 27, 2012

Mátrai képek - Mátrafüredi Park Ősszel / Pánsip /

Beautiful Fall pictures of the Hungarian Matra region.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

September Song

Every year when Autumn approaching - since I was a little girl - this beautiful poem of the Hungarian poet, Sandor Petofi is hunting me. Here I would like to share the English translation with you.


The flowers still bloom in the valley gardens,
The tree is still green outside of our window.
But in the distance you see the Winter World,
Soon the rooftops will be covered with snow.

Yet the summer still burns deep in my heart,
And within me lives the unending spring.
But my hair is already streaked with gray,
The winter frost already covers my frame.

Soon the flowers will die, life hurries on.
Come over my wife and sit here on my lap.
Who now placing your head against my heart
Will you one day gaze down at my death?

If I should die before you one day
Will you kneel down at my grave,
Or will you bring a young lover with you 
For whom you have forsaken my name?

If you cast aside your widow's veil
Hang it on my grave as a dark flag.
I will rise up for you from my earthy bed
And take it down in the winter night.

To wipe off my tears that shed for you
Who so easily forget her devotee
And to bind up the wounds in my heart
Who still loves you to the eternity.