Attila József: Then

And then, it rained, thundered, and hurled
Then, I stayed away of my room’s hollow
And then, I rampaged and cursed the world
Then, I was badly beaten by sorrow.

And then, I prayed, desired and begged
Then, I cried truly from my heart
And then, I bitterly confessed, repented
Since then a girl was tore out of my heart.

Benyamin Bensalah

Translated from the Hungarian poem, “Akkor” by Attila József (1921).

26.11.2016

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