Ferenc Juhász : Silver Poplars Tremble (Reszket az ezüstnyárfasor)

The silver poplars are trembling,
they would like to fly, glide

with wild geese around the moon
their feathers flickering.

The poplars are weeping and weeping,
their weak shoulders are shaking.
Spinsters with hair of forged silver
grieve thus their fate for lacking marriage.

Translated by: Maria Bencsath