Minden öröm hangot szǘl, a' bú[errata 1] 's fajdalom ismét,
A' kikelet' zöldjén zeng philoméla panaszt.
Ott, hol erö́ 's szerelem párúl, nincs messze az ének:
A' nyelv dalra fakad, hogyha[errata 2] vezérli szived.
.mw-parser-output .nowrap,.mw-parser-output .nowrap a:before,.mw-parser-output .nowrap .selflink:before{white-space:nowrap}Kisfaludy K.
Dark-vested spirits
Hidden in vapours,
Point out and fashion
Man's gloomy journey;
Thro' his life's myst'ries,
Heartless and silent,
Over his path-way
Sharp thorns they scatter,
And with cold grasp
They fling the poor mortal
In the rough ocean
Of time's dreary desert.
Loud-foaming billows,
Stormy winds struggling,
Whelming and whirling
Life's little bark;
Now on the wave-top
Flung in their fury,
Up to the clouds;
Now in abysses
Yawning destruction,
Deep as the grave:
Fearful the struggle—
With furies unbridled,
Wresting and wrestling
In the fierce storm.
Now with swoln bosom
Drives he for land,
Out of the darkness
Dawning—but distant,
Hope with her smiles
Looks from the strand.
Lo! an Aurora,
Promising beauty,
Pours out bright dew-drops
Fluttering with bliss;
Nay! granite mountains,
Spurn back the ocean:
Warm is the contest—
Back with the waves—
And they roll fiercer,
While with strong passion
Stronger and stronger
Strives the poor swimmer;
One drop of water,
Fresh, pure, and sparkling,
One—and one only,
Vainly to reach.
Serpents cling round him,
Laughing like demons
Most when he writhes;
Doubts dreary tempests
Rattling above him
Chase the sweet dreamings
Justice and virtue
Waked in the frozen
Shrines of his soul.
Wild he looks round
On the desolate world.
Shadows attend him
Beckoning and trembling,
Mists, glooms, and terrors,
Flit o'er the waste.
One ray of lightning
Now and then brightning
O'er his griefs' gloom;
When his eyes weeping
In the vast void
Sees hope-directed—
The tomb.
Light is descending;
See, from the clouds,
Dovelets attending,
A goddess appears!
Waked by her glances,
Beautiful spirits
Flit in their transports
Through the gay scene;
Dew-drops of heaven
Shine in her eyes,
Seraphs of brightness
Bend from the skies,
And Edens of bliss
Out of deserts arise.
The winds sport together,
In gentleness blending
O'er flower-sprinkled fields
Their cups full of honey,
Their lips of perfume,
They dream of delight;
All nature is laughing,
And e'en the grave's height
Has its bloom.
Man waxes divine,
And is wafted above;
In spring and in beauty,
In brightness and virtue,
He clasps to his bosom
Young nature-in love.
He feels that his lot
Is immortal; the fire
Of the Godhead within him
Is burning-still burning,
And thought ever turning
To prospects eternal,
Eternal desire.
His dust may not waken
Till heavenly breath
Has melted the fetters
Of darkness and death.
He lies on the border,
Faint—helpless—till fancy,
That sweet mate of reason,
Hath broken his fetters,
And led him to light.
And still let her flight
Be unbridled—beyond
The precincts of vision,
Her glories still weaving
In beauty and light.