{"id":86472,"date":"2019-11-04T02:50:30","date_gmt":"2019-11-04T02:50:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/?p=86472"},"modified":"2019-10-30T17:00:14","modified_gmt":"2019-10-30T17:00:14","slug":"hadnagy-jozsef-harom-forditas-a-valaha-irt-10-legjobb-versbol","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/?p=86472","title":{"rendered":"Hadnagy J\u00f3zsef: H\u00e1rom ford\u00edt\u00e1s a valaha \u00edrt 10 legjobb versb\u0151l"},"content":{"rendered":"

Edgar Allan Poe: \u00c1lom az \u00e1lomban<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n

Vedd cs\u00f3kom homlokodra!
\nS most, t\u0151led b\u00facs\u00fazkodva,
\nEnnyit hadd bevallanom \u2013
\nJ\u00f3l gondolod: \u00e9letem
\nMer\u0151 \u00e1lom, \u00e9desem;
\nDe ha a rem\u00e9ny elsz\u00e1ll
\nEgy napon vagy \u00e9jszak\u00e1n,
\n\u00c9bren vagy l\u00e1tom\u00e1sba\u2019,
\nNem mindegy? Szint\u00fagy f\u00e1jna.
\nMit l\u00e1tunk, s l\u00e1tni v\u00e9l\u00fcnk,
\nCsak \u00e1lom \u00e1lma, l\u00e9t\u00fcnk.<\/p>\n

Hull\u00e1m k\u00ednozta parton
\n\u00c1llok, z\u00fagok, morajlok.
\nKezemben homokszemek,
\nAranyf\u00e9nyben fekszenek \u2013
\nP\u00e1r szem! m\u00e9gis, hogy k\u00fasznak
\nlefel\u00e9, m\u00e9lybe hullnak,
\nMik\u00f6zben s\u00edrok \u2013s\u00edrok!
\nIstenem! hogyan l\u00e1ssam
\nEl magam jobb fog\u00e1ssal?
\nNem \u00f3vhatok kegyetlen
\nHull\u00e1mt\u00f3l meg egyet sem?
\nMit l\u00e1tunk, s l\u00e1tni v\u00e9l\u00fcnk,
\nCsak \u00e1lom \u00e1lma, l\u00e9t\u00fcnk?<\/p>\n

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe (809 \u20131849)<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Take this kiss upon the brow!<\/em>
\nAnd, in parting from you now,<\/em>
\nThus much let me avow \u2014<\/em>
\nYou are not wrong, who deem<\/em>
\nThat my days have been a dream;<\/em>
\nYet if hope has flown away<\/em>
\nIn a night, or in a day,<\/em>
\nIn a vision, or in none,<\/em>
\nIs it therefore the less\u00a0gone?<\/em>
\nAll\u00a0that we see or seem<\/em>
\nIs but a dream within a dream.<\/em><\/p>\n

I stand amid the roar<\/em>
\nOf a surf-tormented shore,<\/em>
\nAnd I hold within my hand<\/em>
\nGrains of the golden sand \u2014<\/em>
\nHow few! yet how they creep<\/em>
\nThrough my fingers to the deep,<\/em>
\nWhile I weep \u2014 while I weep!<\/em>
\nO God! Can I not grasp<\/em>
\nThem with a tighter clasp?<\/em>
\nO God! can I not save<\/em>
\nOne\u00a0from the pitiless wave?<\/em>
\nIs\u00a0all\u00a0that we see or seem<\/em>
\nBut a dream within a dream?<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

Emma Lazarus : \u201eAz \u00faj kolosszus\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n

Itt nem a g\u00f6r\u00f6g h\u00edrn\u00e9v \u00f3ri\u00e1sa
\nfog \u00e1llni gy\u0151zedelmes bronztagokkal,
\nitt, e hull\u00e1mok mosta alkonyokkal
\n\u00edvelt kapukn\u00e1l er\u0151s asszony v\u00e1rja<\/p>\n

a v\u00e1ndort, l\u00e1ngja beb\u00f6rt\u00f6nz\u00f6tt vill\u00e1m,
\ns az asszony neve Sz\u00e1m\u0171z\u00f6ttek Anyja,
\njelz\u0151t\u00fczes keze \u00e9s szeme uralja
\nikerv\u00e1rost teremt\u0151 l\u00e9gih\u00eddj\u00e1t.<\/p>\n

\u201eTarts\u00e1tok csak meg, \u0151shaz\u00e1k, legend\u00e1s
\npomp\u00e1tok, k\u00fcldj\u00e9tek a f\u00e1radt szeg\u00e9nyt,
\nakit a szabads\u00e1g v\u00e1gya szelekt\u00e1l,<\/p>\n

ny\u00fczsg\u0151 partok rongyos, sil\u00e1ny selejtj\u00e9t!\u201d
\nki\u00e1ltja, \u201ea haz\u00e1tlant, viharvertet,
\nnekik tartom f\u00e1kly\u00e1m a kapu mellett!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe New Colossus\u201d by Emma Lazarus (1849-1887)<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,<\/em>
\nWith conquering limbs astride from land to land;<\/em>
\nHere at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand<\/em>
\nA mighty woman with a torch, whose flame<\/em><\/p>\n

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name<\/em>
\nMother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand<\/em>
\nGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command<\/em>
\nThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cKeep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!\u201d cries she<\/em>
\nWith silent lips. \u201cGive me your tired, your poor,<\/em>
\nYour huddled masses yearning to breathe free,<\/em><\/p>\n

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.<\/em>
\nSend these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,<\/em>
\nI lift my lamp beside the golden door!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

William Ernest Henley\u00a0(1849 \u20131903)<\/strong><\/em>
\nInvictus: A legy\u0151zhetetlen<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n

Az \u00e9jszak\u00e1b\u00f3l, mely befed
\nFeket\u00e9n, ak\u00e1r e F\u00f6ld-g\u00f6d\u00f6r,
\nLegy\u0151zhetetlen lelkemet,
\nAk\u00e1rki istenek, k\u00f6sz\u00f6n\u00f6m.<\/p>\n

Gy\u00f6t\u00f6rtek gonosz k\u00ednjaim,
\nS \u00e9n hangosan nem s\u00edrtam-r\u00edttam,
\nSebzett a sors, v\u00e9rz\u0151 fejem
\nNem hajolt, emelt f\u0151vel v\u00edvtam.<\/p>\n

Harag \u00e9s k\u00f6nnyek e hely\u00e9n
\nT\u00fal csak \u00e1rny\u00e9kr\u00e9mek tany\u00e1znak,
\nSz\u00f6rnyeit, ha r\u00e1m k\u00fcldi \u00e9v,
\nNem f\u00e9lek, helyemen tal\u00e1lnak.<\/p>\n

Mit sz\u00e1m\u00edt, hogy sz\u0171k a kapu,
\nS a tekercs b\u0171neim ki\u00e1ltja,
\nSorsomnak ura \u00e9n vagyok:
\n\u00c9n vagyok lelkem kapit\u00e1nya.<\/p>\n

William Ernest Henley\u00a0(1849 \u20131903)<\/strong><\/em>
\nInvictus: The Unconquerable<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Out of the night that covers me,<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Black as the Pit from pole to pole,<\/em>
\nI thank whatever gods may be<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 For my unconquerable soul.<\/em><\/p>\n

In the fell clutch of circumstance<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I have not winced nor cried aloud,<\/em>
\nUnder the bludgeonings of chance<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 My head is bloody, but unbowed.<\/em><\/p>\n

Beyond this place of wrath and tears<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Looms but the horror of the shade,<\/em>
\nAnd yet the menace of the years<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.<\/em><\/p>\n

It matters not how strait the gate,<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 How charged with punishments the scroll,<\/em>
\nI am the master of my fate:<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I am the captain of my soul.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Edgar Allan Poe: \u00c1lom az \u00e1lomban Vedd cs\u00f3kom homlokodra! S most, t\u0151led b\u00facs\u00fazkodva, Ennyit hadd bevallanom \u2013 J\u00f3l gondolod: \u00e9letem Mer\u0151 \u00e1lom, \u00e9desem;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-86472","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-vers"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86472","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=86472"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86472\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=86472"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=86472"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ujkafe.website\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=86472"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}