György Somlyó: A Tale of the Hornbeam (Mese a gyertyánról)

Standing in entire yellow amongst winter-stripped trees alone
As if it was still bringing forth but yellow foliage
And why indeed must the foliage be green
Why does the sunshine not reveal yellow or purple from the lamina of chromatophores
Dresses up in the death of summer – that is also part of its life
Standing under it

With thousand candle lights around you
The silence is waving in yellow

Translated by: Maria Bencsath