Versek angolul - Nővérem összegyűjtött verseinek angol változata

I do not ask something else, your tender kisses,
I do not ask something else, the desires of you heart.
I do not ask something else, your boiling body,
I do not ask something else, accept my heart.



I look at you, an amorous soul,
I look at you, and I ask you heartily.
I look at you, and my look takes you prisoner,
I'm scared, you stole my heart finally.



The leave-taking a very heavy role,
Where the cues are gobbled up the winds.
Does not help already neither prayer, neither charge,
You stand aside, and everything is going keep moving.



To love beautiful and noble thing,
To be disappointed hurts, this you know it weel.
But you may be happy then only,
If it will be yours, who you love really heartily.


Kezdetleges angol tudásom nem biztos, hogy sikerült. Ám amint akad egy kis időm, átnézem és ha kell megpróbálok javítani rajta, főleg akkor, ha az angol tudásom lesz már olyan, hogy ezt meg is tegyem. Ugyanakkor előre is bocsi, ha tévesztések, elírások vagy bármi egyéb lenne benne.

Julia Szendrey (1828-1868): Intuition

There is a spring, and I have been to the free one
Baked with a head, silently,
Mental, than dreams flying away,
They blur doubtfully so.

My head the hugging branches
His amorous dalliances
I do not look at it rather the shades
His ghost vibrations.

Is because of that so possibly, dared soon
I will lie beneath there,
My bosom getting cold and closing my eye
On the profound bottom of the grave,

Disturbed because of no earthly noise,
To crumble being destroyed,
Saved from the trouble of the life finally
To scatter as haze.

Suspect?... you are maybe I am disappointed again,
As what I was disappointed so many times:
waited for vainly, that the burden of the life
Here to let the it was my turn.

Will be so again?... and yet for the joy of life
His butterfly flies back then,
His mood for the few calyces,
What he finds in my soul yet?