János Pilinszky: Fall Sketch (Őszi vázlat)

From the eavesdropping garden
trees are whiffing into space,
fragile and vast is the silence,
the meadow is looking for space.

Your heart is sinking with alarm,
the road furtively hurries by,
the rose bush is snooping likewise
at itself with a nervous smile:

far away in doubtful regions
grief is setting out to be born.

Translated by: Maria Bencsath