"Fájdalom, fájdalom Lélekszúrt fájdalom Komor és merengõ Eltûrt vigadalom Oly sok kifakadt határtalan oltalom Nem találom utam Csak fába zárt otthonom."
I walk a path Stoney and thorny and unwalkable Leaving centuries' signs behind me Often miserable and always instructive Besides mountains, creeks, Swarms, and lakes Forsaken houses, Once existed villages remind me It had been life here
The soil is scorched And houses live under moss I have seen and see The shades of creatures so enchanting Turning to stone When my glance is to seek
There were lands Where tales were born while I was walking my path trodden Solitude brought me wisdom Only a riddle in my mind Where should I find power for that...
As the creek flowing from the mountain seeks the final lake I seek the calmness rising from the trees As the roots of the trees seek the roaming ways of spring lifegiving in the soil I seek the final kingdom for myself
Whether will I find it passing places Where sunlight's rays play in the heart of woods And give life for the plants' children growing from seeds Leaving odd moments behind?
I seek For I have to seek A region from shore to shere Where Death will give gifts And feasts for the ghostworld Only as an endured guest.