{"id":66420,"date":"2017-09-21T02:51:43","date_gmt":"2017-09-21T02:51:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/?p=66420"},"modified":"2017-09-20T15:31:55","modified_gmt":"2017-09-20T15:31:55","slug":"petofi-sandor-szeptember-vegen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/?p=66420","title":{"rendered":"Pet\u0151fi S\u00e1ndor: Szeptember v\u00e9g\u00e9n – t\u00edz nyelven"},"content":{"rendered":"

Pet\u0151fi \u00f6r\u00f6ksz\u00e9p – lassan ism\u00e9t id\u0151szer\u0171v\u00e9 v\u00e1l\u00f3 – k\u00f6ltem\u00e9nye nem ismer f\u00f6ldrajzi hat\u00e1rokat. \u00dagy l\u00e1tszik, nem csak a szeptember ugyanolyan a gl\u00f3buszon, de a k\u00f6lt\u0151i sz\u00e9ps\u00e9gre is egyk\u00e9nt fog\u00e9konyak a m\u00e1s-m\u00e1s nyelven besz\u00e9l\u0151k. El\u0151kerest\u00fck a netr\u0151l a k\u00f6ltem\u00e9ny n\u00e9met, angol, eszperant\u00f3, francia, horv\u00e1t, olasz, lengyel, rom\u00e1n, szlov\u00e1k<\/strong> nyelv\u0171 ford\u00edt\u00e1sait.<\/em><\/p>\n

Szeptember v\u00e9g\u00e9n<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n

M\u00e9g ny\u00edlnak a v\u00f6lgyben a kerti vir\u00e1gok,
\nM\u00e9g z\u00f6ldel a ny\u00e1rfa az ablak el\u0151tt,
\nDe l\u00e1tod amottan a t\u00e9li vil\u00e1got?
\nM\u00e1r h\u00f3 takar\u00e1 el a b\u00e9rci tet\u0151t.
\nM\u00e9g ifju szivemben a l\u00e1ngsugar\u00fa ny\u00e1r
\nS m\u00e9g benne vir\u00edt az eg\u00e9sz kikelet,
\nDe \u00edme s\u00f6t\u00e9t hajam \u0151szbe vegy\u0171l m\u00e1r,
\nA t\u00e9l dere m\u00e1r meg\u00fct\u00e9 fejemet.<\/p>\n

Elhull a vir\u00e1g, eliramlik az \u00e9let…
\n\u0170lj, hitvesem, \u0171lj az \u00f6lembe ide!
\nKi most fejedet kebelemre tev\u00e9d le,
\nHolnap nem omolsz-e sirom f\u00f6libe?
\nOh mondd: ha el\u0151bb halok el, tetemimre
\nK\u00f6nnyezve bor\u00edtasz-e szemf\u00f6delet?
\nS r\u00e1b\u00edrhat-e majdan egy ifju szerelme,
\nHogy elhagyod \u00e9rte az \u00e9n nevemet?<\/p>\n

Ha eldobod egykor az \u00f6zvegyi f\u00e1tyolt,
\nFejf\u00e1mra s\u00f6t\u00e9t lobog\u00f3ul akaszd,
\n\u00c9n felj\u00f6v\u00f6k \u00e9rte a s\u00edri vil\u00e1gb\u00f3l
\nAz \u00e9j k\u00f6zep\u00e9n, s oda leviszem azt,
\nLet\u00f6rleni v\u00e9le k\u00f6ny\u0171imet \u00e9rted,
\nKi k\u00f6nnyeden elfeled\u00e9d hivedet,
\nS e sz\u00edv sebeit bek\u00f6t\u00f6zni, ki t\u00e9ged
\nM\u00e9g akkor is, ott is, \u00f6r\u00f6kre szeret!<\/p>\n

1847<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

Herbstwende<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Noch bl\u00fchen die Blumen im Tal und im Garten,
\nNoch gr\u00fcnet die Espe vor unserem Tor,
\nDoch siehst du den Winter dort lauern und warten?
\nSchon schimmert der Schnee von den Bergen hervor.
\nNoch leuchtet der Lenz meinen flammenden Jahren,
\nDer Sommer im Herzen noch gl\u00fcht er und glaubt,
\nDoch siehe, schon mengt sich der Herbst meinen Haaren,
\nSchon hauchte mir Rauhreif der Winter aufs Haupt.<\/p>\n

Es sinket die Bl\u00fcte, verrinnet das Leben.
\nKomm her in den Schoss mir, mein Heiligstes du!
\nHeut h\u00f6rest du lauschend mein Herz noch erbeben –
\nDeckt morgen vielleicht mich ein H\u00fcgel schon zu?
\nO sprich: sollt ich eher zu sterben mich legen,
\nBist dus, die mir schluchzend die Augen noch schliesst?
\nUnd wird dich ein J\u00fcngling in Liebe bewegen,
\nDass du meinen Namen um seinen vergisst?<\/p>\n

Wirfst ab du als Witwe den Schleier der Trauer
\nAls Fahne aufs Kreuz h\u00e4ng ihn \u00fcber mein Grab.
\nDann steig ich empor aus den Welten der Schauer
\nZur Mitternachtstunde, und hol’ ihn hinab,
\nZu trocknen daran meine Tr\u00e4nen, vergossen
\nUm dich, die so leicht ihre Treue vergibt,
\nDies Herz zu umh\u00fcllen, darein du verschlossen,
\nDas dann noch, auch dort noch und ewig dich liebt.<\/p>\n

Kraft, Christian<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

End of September<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Below in the valley the flowers are resplendent,
\nOutside by the window the poplars still glow,
\nBut see where the winter, already ascendant,
\nHas covered the far distant hilltops with snow.
\nMy heart is still bathed in the fierce sun of passion,
\nAll spring is in bloom there, by spring breezes tossed,
\nBut look how my hair turns hoary and ashen,
\nIts raven black touched by the premature frost.<\/p>\n

The petals are falling and life is declining.
\nCome sit in my lap, my beloved, my own!
\nYou, with your head, in my bosom repining,
\nTomorrow perhaps will you mourn me alone?
\nTell me the truth: should I die, will your sorrow
\nExtend to the day when new lovers prepare
\nYour heart for forsaking, insisting you borrow
\nTheir name, and abandon the one we now share?<\/p>\n

If once you should cast off the black veil of mourning,
\nLet it stream like a flag from the cross where I lie,
\nAnd I will arise from the place of sojourning
\nTo claim it and take it where life is put by,
\nEmploying it there to dry traces of weeping
\nFor a lover who could so lightly forget,
\nAnd bind up the wounds in the heart in your keeping
\nWhich loved you before and will worship you yet.<\/p>\n

Szirtes, George<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

Fino de septembro<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Floradas ankora\u016d la floroj en valo
\nKaj verdas ankora\u016d la poplo \u0109e l’ pont’,
\nSed vidu, jam tie la vintra vualo,
\nLa ne\u011do ekkovris la supron de l’ mont’.
\nEn kor’ mia juna kun fajra radio
\nPrintempe brilegas ankora\u016d la sun’,
\nSed griza jam i\u011dis \u0109e mia tempio
\nLa nigra harar’ pro la prujn’ de a\u016dtun’.<\/p>\n

La floro forfalas, la vivo forpa\u015das…
\nAlflugu, edzin’, ho amata kolomb’,
\nLa vangojn sur bruston nun mian vi ka\u015das,
\n\u0108u eble ne \u2014 balda\u016d \u2014 sur herbojn de l’ tomb’?
\nHo diru, se mort’ min anta\u016de for\u015diros,
\n\u0108u restos mi \u0109e vi en plora memor’,
\nA\u016d iam la am’ de junul’ vin altiros,
\nKaj nomon la mian faligos vi for?<\/p>\n

Se \u0135etos vi for la vidvinan vualon,
\n\u0108e l’ tomb’ \u011din pendigu, flirtigu \u011din vent’,
\n\u011cis flagon la nigran, lasinte for valon
\nDe l’ mort’ mi subportos en nokta silent’,
\nDevi\u015di la vangojn malsekajn de ploro
\nPro vi, forgesint’ kun facila anim’
\nKaj vindi la vundon kruelan de l’ koro
\nAmonta e\u0109 tiam, e\u0109 tie, sen lim’.<\/p>\n

Kalocsay, K\u00e1lm\u00e1n<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

Fin septembre<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Le val est riche encor des fleurs de ses jardins,
\nEt vert le peuplier dans la fen\u00eatre ouverte.
\nMais le monde d’hiver, l’aper\u00e7ois-tu qui vient?
\nLa neige sur la cime au loin donne l’alerte.
\nEncor l’\u00e9t\u00e9 br\u00fblant br\u00fble mon jeune coeur,
\nMais si la s\u00e8ve en lui monte et le renouvelle,
\nD\u00e9j\u00e0 des fils d’argent dans mes cheveux r\u00e9v\u00e8lent
\nQue les froids de l’hiver vont montrer leur vigueur.<\/p>\n

Car s’effeuillent les fleurs et s’enfuit notre vie…
\nViens donc, \u00f4 mon aim\u00e9e, te blottir sur mon sein.
\nToi qui tout contre moi mets ta t\u00eate ch\u00e9rie
\nN’iras-tu te pencher sur ma tombe demain?
\nSi je meurs le premier, de ces deux que nous sommes,
\nMettras-tu, dans les pleurs, un linceul sur mon corps?
\nSi un autre t’aimait, se pourrait-il alors
\nQue tu quittes mon nom pour le nom de cet homme?<\/p>\n

Si ce voile de veuve un jour tu le jetais,
\nComme un drapeau de deuil laisse-le sur ma tombe.
\nJe viendrai le chercher, du noir o\u00f9 tout se tait,
\nAu cours de cette nuit o\u00f9 notre amour succombe,
\nPour essuyer les pleurs vers\u00e9s sur notre amour,
\nSur toi facilement oublieuse et parjure,
\nPour panser de mon coeur l’horrible d\u00e9chirure –
\nT’aimant m\u00eame l\u00e0-bas, m\u00eame alors et toujours.<\/p>\n

Guillevic, Eug\u00e8ne<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

Krajem septembra<\/strong><\/h2>\n

U dolu jo\u0161 cveta kasnih basta cve\u0107e,
\nJo\u0161 se pred prozorom zeleni topola,
\nal, vidi\u0161, odanle ve\u0107 se zima kre\u0107e?
\nI sneg je ve\u0107 pao povrh brega gola.
\nJo\u0161 u mome srcu leto ne izblede
\nI u njemu cvate pramale\u0107e \u010delo,
\nl tamnu mi kosu pro\u0161ara\u0161e sede,
\nDirnu moju glavu zimsko inje belo.<\/p>\n

Odjuri\u0107e \u017eivot, cvat \u0107e strti studi\u2026
\nSedi mi u krilo, draga, dok sam s tobom!
\nTi \u0161to sada glavu stavlja\u0161 mi na grudi
\nDa l \u0107e\u0161 mi se sutra sru\u0161iti nad grobom?
\nako umrem prvi, telo mi bez \u017eica
\nDa l pokri\u0107e\u0161 plastom, re\u0107i zale\u0107i me?
\nDa l \u0107e\u0161 zbog ljubavi nekoga mladi\u0107a
\nHteti da ostavi\u0161 \u010dak i moje ime?<\/p>\n

Udovi\u010dkog vela kad se mane\u0161 kleta,
\nKo crni ga barjak nad grob moj zadeni,
\nDo\u0107i \u0107u po njega iz podzemnog sveta
\nUsred tamne no\u0107i i uzet ga k meni,
\nDa su\u0161im njime suze \u0161to mi kanu,
\nJer me zaboravi, lako i bez boli,
\nI da njim zavija na svom srcu ranu
\nOnaj \u0161to te tu, i sad, ve\u010dno voli!<\/p>\n

Leti\u0107, Jovica<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

Alla fine di settembre<\/strong><\/h2>\n

E’ ancora verde il pioppo davanti la finestra,
\nancora fioriscono i fiori nella valle,
\nma vedi l’arrivo dell’inverno l\u00e0 sopra?
\nLa cima del monte \u00e8 coperta di neve.
\nNel mio cuore brucia il fuoco dell’estate
\nancora tutta la primavera ci fiorisce,
\nma vedi: nei miei capelli scuri
\nsi mischiano gi\u00e0 i primi grigi.<\/p>\n

Cadono i fiori e la vita corre via…
\nSiediti amore, sulle mie ginocchia.
\nTu, che ora sul mio petto appoggi la testa,
\ndomani magari piangerai sulla mia tomba.
\nDimmi; se sar\u00f2 io il primo a morire
\nmi coprirai gli occhi, piangendo?
\nE ti potr\u00e0 poi convincere l’amore
\ndi un altro ad abbondonare il mio nome?<\/p>\n

Se dovessi buttare il velo da vedova,
\nattaccalo sulla croce della mia tomba,
\nio di notte salir\u00f2 dal regno della morte
\ne lo porter\u00f2 l\u00e0ggi\u00f9 con me.
\nPer asciugare le mie lacrime per te,
\nche mi hai dimenticato cos\u00ec veloce,
\ne curare le mie ferite di cuore
\nperch\u00e8 ti amer\u00f2 ancora e anche l\u00e0, per sempre!<\/p>\n

Agnes Preszler<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

Przy ko\u0144cu wrze\u015bnia<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Rozkwita w dolinie na grz\u0105dkach jeszcze kwiat
\nI ziele\u0144 topoli wida\u0107 pod oknem,
\nA wszak\u017ce tam, sp\u00f3jrz ty\u0142ko, tam ju\u017c – zimny \u015bwiat,
\nJu\u017c \u015bnieg pokry\u0142 wierzcho\u0142ki g\u00f3r samotne.
\nCho\u0107 m\u0142ode – serce me, a w nim letni drga zn\u00f3j,
\nCho\u0107 w nim zakwita wci\u0105\u017c ca\u0142y wiosny czar,
\nSiwy w\u0142os si\u0119 wmi\u0119sza\u0142 w czarny w\u0142os m\u00f3j \u2013
\nSzron zimy tkn\u0105\u0142 g\u0142owy ju\u017c, m\u0142odo\u015b\u0107 star\u0142.<\/p>\n

Bo wi\u0119dnie kwiat nam; a \u017cycie precz ucieka…
\nSi\u0105d\u017c, prosz\u0119, ma\u0142\u017conko, na mych kolanach!
\nCzy ty, co mi na pier\u015b dzi\u015b sk\u0142adasz g\u0142ow\u0119 sw\u0105 lekko,
\nJutro na gr\u00f3b m\u00f3j nie padniesz z\u0142amana?
\nO, m\u00f3w, czy – je\u015bli pierwszy umr\u0119 – na m\u00f3j trup
\nSama \u015bmiertelny w \u0142zach zarzucisz ca\u0142un?
\nA kiedy\u015b \u2013 rozkocha ci\u0119 m\u0142odzik i z nim \u015blub
\nCzy\u017c nie zmieni miana, kt\u00f3re ja ci da\u0142em?<\/p>\n

Kiedy zrzucisz wdowi \u017ca\u0142obni tw\u00f3j welon,
\nPrzewie\u015b go flag\u0105 czarn\u0105 przez nagrobek.
\nZ podziemi mogilnych za\u015bwiat\u00f3w wyjd\u0119 po\u0144
\nO p\u00f3\u0142nocy i wezm\u0119 go ze sob\u0105
\nBy \u0142zy nim ociera\u0107 \u2013 a z tej winy ciek\u0105,
\nKt\u00f3ra wiernego mnie pozb\u0119dziesz tak lekko!-
\nI by ranom u\u0142\u017cy\u0107 serca, kt\u00f3re cho\u0107 z daleka,
\nWci\u0105\u017c kocha ci\u0119 i tam po wieki wiek\u00f3w.<\/p>\n

Kazimire I\u0142\u0142akowicz\u00f3wna<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

Sf\u00e2r\u0219it de septembrie<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Zbucnesc \u00eenc\u0103-n vale flori multe-n lumin\u0103,
\nE verde-nc\u0103 plopul, fereastra p\u0103zind,
\nDar vezi lumea iernii ce-i gata s\u0103 vin\u0103?
\nAcoper\u0103 coasta z\u0103pada sclipind.
\nE \u00eenc\u0103, \u00een inima-mi t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, var\u0103
\n\u015ei-n ea, \u00eenc\u0103-n floare, un \u00eentreg r\u0103s\u0103rit,
\nDar toamna \u00een negrul meu p\u0103r se-nf\u0103\u015for\u0103,
\nMi-i capul de brumele iernii p\u0103lit.<\/p>\n

Se scutur\u0103 floarea, \u015fi via\u0163a gone\u015fte…
\nR\u0103m\u00e2i, o, so\u0163ie, la pieptu-mi pe veci!
\nDar fruntea-\u0163i ce-n bra\u0163ele-mi azi se odihne\u015fte,
\nCa m\u00e2ine, la groapa mea, n-o s-o apleci?
\nOh, spune-mi tu: primul de-o fi s\u0103 mor, spune,
\nVei pune un v\u0103l pe morm\u00e2ntu-mi, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd?
\n\u015ei-o dragoste nou\u0103 putea-va r\u0103pune
\nDin sufletul t\u0103u al meu nume, cur\u00e2nd?<\/p>\n

Al v\u0103duvei v\u0103l de-o s\u0103-l zv\u00e2rli odat\u0103,
\nAga\u0163\u0103-l la groapa-mi: un negru drapel,
\nLa mijlocul nop\u0163ii, din lumea-ntristat\u0103
\nVeni-voi, \u015fi-n groap\u0103 m-oi duce cu el.
\nS\u0103-mi \u015ftearg\u0103 t\u0103cutele lacrimi amare,
\nPl\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-\u0163i credin\u0163a zdrobit\u0103-ntr-o zi,
\n\u015ei a inimii ran\u0103 s\u0103 leg celui care
\n\u015ei-atunci, \u015fi acolo, \u00een veci te-o iubi!<\/p>\n

Eugen Jebeleanu<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

Koncom septembra<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Skvit\u00e1 e\u0161te \u00fadol kvetmi z\u00e1hradn\u00fdmi,
\nzelenie sa e\u0161te topo\u013e pred oknom;
\nale pozri, vid\u00ed\u0161 tamto r\u00ed\u0161u zimy?
\nSnehy pokryli u\u017e kon\u010diar nad horstvom.
\nE\u0161te v srdci mojom mladom leto spieva
\na e\u0161te v \u0148om h\u00fdri jari v\u0161etok jas;
\nno h\u013ea, v kader\u00e1ch sa mi u\u017e zjesenieva,
\npop\u0155lil u\u017e hlavu moju zimn\u00fd mr\u00e1z.
\nOpadne kvet, \u017eivot odp\u00e1di a niet ho…
\nSem po\u010f, \u017eienka moj a, sem mne v lono, h\u013ea!
\n\u010ci ty, \u010do sa mi dnes k hrudi vinie\u0161 s nehou,
\nneklesne\u0161 mi zajtra na hrob, z\u00fafal\u00e1?
\n\u00d3h, povedz, ak umriem sk\u00f4r, \u010di so slzami
\nsmrtnou plachtou prikryje\u0161 ma, m\u0155tveho?
\nA \u010di \u0165a raz l\u00e1skou \u0161uhaj d\u00e1ky zm\u00e1mi
\ntak, \u017ee mena m\u00f4jho vzd\u00e1\u0161 sa pre neho?<\/p>\n

Z\u00e1voj vdovsk\u00fd ak raz zahod\u00ed\u0161, mne na rov
\npotom zaves ho jak pr\u00e1por sm\u00fato\u010dn\u00fd:
\nzo z\u00e1hrobia si po\u0148 vyjdem nocou tmavou
\na si odnesiem ho ta do hrobu tmy,
\nstiera\u0165 si n\u00edm pr\u00fady s\u013az pre teba, ktorej
\nna m\u0148a zabudn\u00fa\u0165 tak \u013eahulinko je,
\na obviaza\u0165 srdce poranen\u00e9, chor\u00e9,
\n\u010do \u0165a jednak, aj tam, ve\u010dne miluje!<\/p>\n

Smrek, J\u00e1n<\/em><\/p>\n

Forr\u00e1s: Magyarul B\u00e1belben<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

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