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