Nobody’s raising me up anymore,
I weighed into the mud.
Don’t leave me sole like before,
accept your son, God.
Get me together, Forming Sky,
and what I’m forced to do;
to confess, to deny,
help me through all my due.
You know I’m just a child in my heart –
don’t reject me like I did with you;
don’t tear my view apart,
let me see some heaven, too.
I – being done already
borne with your burdens –
am standing in the shade, ready
to watch over my curtains.
Inspire all whom I love
to have a better heart on me.
Look at my case from above
in high time this world had me.
Translated from the Hungarian poem of Attila József, “Nem emel föl” (1937).