János AranyHungarian poet |
Simple light of tender fabric,
Sole consolation, ah romance,
Moonlit world before the daybreak
Affection, love, you radiance,
Will you go with me? It’s not far -
Far as the grave - and lead me by
The veiled light of that cheerful star
Which lives in dreams and so will die!
In the past the warring nations
Did not follow any precept:
The strong plundered what he could, and
Everything he looted, he kept.