Árpád Tóth: Silent At Last (Csendes már...)

Silent, at last, is the forest,

Silent are the yellow gardens,

Wind hides amongst listless tree leaves,

Wind hides like a sad pariah,

Whistles through the dried out branches,

Cuddles near me licking my hand,

Farewell kerchief onward waving

Vagrant clouds and sullen sky,

Grief and sorrow sweeten the air,

Which is now like an aged wine

And the whole world in a shadow

Is a gloomy, giant good-bye. 

1907

Translated by: Maria Bencsath