Sándor Weöres: The Lindens Are All in Bloom (A hársfa mind virágzik)

The lindens are all in bloom,
the siskins they all sing,
the leaves soak in the rays,
but your heart falls asleep.

The girls open up to you,
like jewelry boxes -
you don’t even turn to look,
spiders have webbed your mood.

Your only wish - to have faith,
serve the Lord in Heaven,
cast off all the vanities,
wear only a hair-shirt.

The lindens are all in bloom,
the siskins they all sing,
the leaves soak in the rays,
but your heart falls asleep.

Translated by: Maria Bencsath