Post 50.

I guard your eyes

Another one of my favourite poems, also by the Hungarian poet Endre Ady, in my own translation:

With my ageing hands
I hold your hand,
With my ageing eyes
I guard your eyes.

Amidst the decay of the world,
Ancient savage, haunted by fear,
I landed with you
And I rest with you scared.

With my ageing hands
I hold your hand,
With my ageing eyes
I guard your eyes.

I don’t know why, how long,
I’ll stay with you,
But I hold your hand
And I guard your eyes.

 

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