Arany János - Győrei Zsolt (szerk.): The trill of the nightingale (Budapest, 2019)
III - „His voice, once fine and heady, still a grumble deep” - Mistress Agnes (William N. Loew, Ádám Makkai)
In the course of time, her prison opens, and she is now led to the court; before the judges stands she, without fear or dread. Lord, Father of Mercy, protect us! She is dressed with such precision one might almost think her vain; even her hair’s smooth and plaited lest they think she’s gone insane. Lord, Father of Mercy, protect us! In the hall around the table sitt he judges in concern; full of pity they regard her, none is angry, none too stern. Lord, Father of Mercy, protect us! “Child, what have you done? Come, tell us, grave’s the charge against you pressed; he, your lover, who committed this foul crime has just confessed!” Lord, Father of Mercy, protect us! “He shall hang at noon tomorrow, since your husband he has killed; as for you, a life-long captive you must be, the court has willed.” Lord, Father of Mercy, protect us! Mistress Agnes, seeking clearness, strives to smooth her troubled mind; hears the voice and knows the sentence, clear of brain herself must find. Lord, Father of Mercy, protect us! What they say about her husband she can’t even comprehend; only understands that homeward more her way she may not wend.” Lord, Father of Mercy, protect us! 44 45
