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

III - „His voice, once fine and heady, still a grumble deep” - Silent Sorrow (Mark Baczoni)

Silent Sorrow

They die and die,

Oh how they die!

The brightest men of Hungary: Here's one that's dear,

Another there,

All gathered in year after year.

And those who live,

Seeing this, give A tremble spreading over all;

Just like the leaf,

In silent grief,

When its withered fellows do fall.

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