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

V - „'Tis enough if it shines for me” - An Old Anecdote (Thomas Cooper) - Young Bárczi s Wake (Mark Baczoni)

An Old Anecdote

The sun was hiding, and the freeze had brought an old man to his knees. “Then hide,” he cried, “lie low! Anon You’ll shine again, but I’ll be gone!”

Young Bárczi's Wake

Once in deepest forest, Radvány Wood,

They found young Benő Barezi dead.

In his heart a long, thin dagger stood - "’Twas murder,” the man who found him said,

As he kneeled down and bowed deep his head.

Up to the manor he was taken,

Laid out there on some stately room's stone floor, And left with his grisly wound to blacken,

Lying for days and days in his own gore;

Waiting for the wake he had in store.

Four armed guards around his father set:

"Not a soul comes out that door or in!"

"But surely the women we must let

Mourn their kith and kin!” - so did a guard begin;

Their Master: "Cross me, and I will have your skin!"

Soft grieving tears clamming up the corners Of the ladies' tender eyes like dew,

The Master then called upon the mourners,

Each and every, hawk-like to pursue:

"Come, bleed, wound! Be thou the killer's clue."

The manor, black-hung, sad and broody,

Left unwarmed by bleary sun of late;

Mourning for its murdered heir's young body That amid tall candles lay in state,

Flanked, as befits, by high Magistrates.