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. 


Translated by: Maria Bencsath