I give you a fist big ruby diamond,
Hang it around your neck and watch it shine on
Above your heart, in the middle of your breast,
Marvel how it glows, like embers, its lustre.
I weave a crown with my eyes for you,
As a goddess, I come to you so
I lay your way with silk and rhymes,
But don’t walk on it – it grows sighs.
If you’re thirsty, I’ll give you the finest wine,
But I leave a few darkening tears inside
And if you feel that the taste is bitter -,
Just drink it, there is no sweeter.
When your body feels cold, I give you my soul,
I wrap your two shoulders with velvet shawl.
And my trembling brain if you’re hungry -,
With me, you’ll be never needy.
And if your tired body wants to rest,
Rest in my arms, – there is no softer bed
And because you will need protection one day:
Accept, please, accept my arms to stay.
Accept them, and do with them whatever you feel,
Though you can’t be cruel to me.
Even if you don’t come, they will all remain yours,
They won’t be called back by weak hours.
Translated from the Hungarian poem of Attila József, “NAGY AJÁNDÉKOK TORA” (1922).
The very moment I felt peace
had no aggregate;
I could not grave in stone as I wished,
had no time;
as if I’ve been such happy timelessly,
had no details;
only peace in my heart and mind,
but it had a name
which is yours
such as I am.
You may have been born with struggles,
you may be a little bit of mess,
but you are the most worth of my snuggles,
the one I will ever miss.
You made me cry out of happiness,
your voice echoes in my brain,
you are the cure of my chronic loneliness,
you’ve been born with my key.
A key I’ve lost without ever having,
you found me with it in your hands,
I’ve lost the human ability of begging,
but I can’t face that this feeling ends.
Your colours are flames,
eating up the world to prove its own existence;
you are the living cinder on the streets’ ashes,
burning the one who seeks blindly
and warming the one who knows you;
you are the glowing smoulder at the office,
spreading sparkles all over wildly
and melting all that’s not made of steel;
then, you blaze in the empty room,
eating up your own flames,
an ocean of flowing lava’s
inside your cavity,
inside my heart.
To burry the past for good,
to hurry the present and bring it forth,
to worry not what the future would hold;
I just need a shovel, a hoe and a big bell,
letting it hack and clatter and gong,
thinking nothing can go wrong.
To burry the present for good,
to hurry the future and bring it forth,
to worry not what the past could hold;
I just need a hoe, a big bell and a shovel,
letting it smack and dong and flatter,
knowing nothing does matter.
There’s a jail amongst the jails
inside my darkest noesis,
writing doctrines, sending mails,
Why do I love you?
The thought of freedom is so sweet,
the sunshine is so teasing;
I don’t even have the time to read –
your jail is just pleasing.
Like the water needs the bed,
like it needs the gravity to stay there,
like it needs the current to remain fresh,
like it needs a biosphere to have a purpose
I am in need of your presence to enliven my planet.
There’s a super massive blackhole
right at the center of our Milky Way,
so, I am not sentimental if I say
I love you for ever, and we can call it a day.
Hot and Cold are changing between us
like the poles of two atoms;
even turning back to the electric charges
ends us up in equilibrium.
This case is heavy;
everything’s in action –
let’s call for it a proper study
and make it elementary, dear Watson.
Here’s Iodine in red
that says nothing else
than someone’s injured health
is in need of a proper repair of cells.
We’ve got Lutetium, Vanadium
as a huge amount of consistent property
that may indicate an ongoing chemo-therapy
killing the disease of the mind rather than the body.
Then, we’ve got charged Uranium
that is up to fission to get a way lighter,
being ready to be a self and shared energizer
getting its treatment to vibe as a two-three highfiver.
See? Isn’t the case easy?
It’s a matter of chain-reaction.
Outcome? I’m pretty sure we’ll see.
Though, it’s still elementary, dear Watson.