A keresés eredménye

Good Night

A stranger I arrived here,
a stranger I go hence.
Maytime was good to me
with many a bunch of flowers.
The girl spoke of love,
her mother even of marriage.
Now the world is dismal,
the path veiled in snow.
 
For my journey I cannot
choose my own time

The Weathervane

The wind plays with the weather-vane
on my fair sweetheart’s house.
In my confusion I thought
its whistling mocked this wretched fugitive.
 
He should have noticed sooner
the emblem set upon the house