Sándor Weöres: At An Early Age 1936 (Az élet elején 1936)

The bluish fog of my dawn is fraying.
Precocious loneliness of childhood,
sepulchral aimlessness in the void yawning,

          oh, where are you?

The path had lead through bushy thickets.
Now I see fresh regions when turning:
you, blooming crops in fertile valley,
          far away summits!

My knees carry my travel fever.
And I take the ancient child I was,
with me in a tiny coffin,
          like an amulet.

Translated by: Maria Bencsath