Imre Madách: The Tragedy of ManFirst published in 1862, this is a translation of a Hungarian dramatic poem. The poem has been translated into more than 30 languages and staged at the Hungarian National Theatre in over 1400 performances. |
All things that live, endure for the same span;
The century-old tree, and the one-day beetle,
Grow conscious, joy and love, and pass away
When they have reached their own appointed aims.
Time does not move. `Tis only we who change.
A hundred years are but one brief day.
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You triumphed over me since it’s my fate
Incessantly to fail in all my struggles
But then, revitalized, to rise again.
Scene 1
A broken heart is quickly enough mended,
But broken again the pain is more intense.
Scene 7
How restricted
Are your horizons, woman. And yet this
Precisely is what charms ambitious men.
Scene 4