Arany János - Győrei Zsolt (szerk.): The trill of the nightingale (Budapest, 2019)

V - „'Tis enough if it shines for me” - The Consoler (Mark Baczoni)

The Consoler

Like the hearth to an empty house Like a nest for the woodland grouse Like the dew for the parched ground Like balm upon the aching wound; Like a light in the darkest night Like the shade from a sun too bright Whate'er imagine one could try,

You are to me, O Poetry!

If life's a path that's full of care,

Its slings and arrows hard to bear;

If my face is weary and wrought Or my hair winter's crust has caught - A little flower opening Makes for a little softening:

For in that flower, you I find Comforting every tortured mind.

And if my heart needs sympathy, Drawing me into company,

Only, like a sick man for bed,

To yearn for solitude instead:

Soft pillow you will to him seem, Guardian of his nightly dream.

And the thorns of life, in that dream, Will to him gentle roses seem.