My heart is still bathed in the fierce sun of passion,
All spring is in bloom there, by spring breezes tossed,
But look how my hair turns hoary and ashen,
Its raven black touched by the premature frost.
translated by George Szirtes
Sándor PetőfiHungarian poet, revolutionist 1 January 1823 — 31 July 1849 |
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