"A Tired man" Translations

2/6/2013

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A Tired Man

Solemn peasants in the fields
straggle homeward without a word.
Side by side we lie, the river and I,
fresh grasses slumber under my heart.

A deep calm is rolling in the river.
My heavy cares are now as light as dew.
I'm not man, or child, "Hungarian" or "brother" -
lying here is just a tired man, like you.

Evening ladles out the quiet,
I'm a warm slice from its loaf of bread.
In the peaceful sky the stars come out
to sit on the river and shine on my head.

10 Comments

Se-Lee, Alina, Regi, Heni, Barbi

2/9/2013 05:45:17 pm

From the fields some working souls
Mingle home in peace.
Next to each other: me and the flow,
Smooth lawn lies under my core.

Burden and concern become dew,
By the great calmness drifted by the river:
Not a man or a Hungarian, a pal or a kid,
Just a tired man, who lies here.

Motherly night gives out peace,
I'm warm bread of that piece,
Here rests the sky, stars reflect
On the Maros and my forehead.

Blanka, Borbála, Fanni

2/9/2013 08:29:53 pm

Tired man

Some stern peasants on the fields are
On the way home in silence.
We are lying side by side: the river and I,
Tender grass sleeps under my heart.

The river is quiet, rolling great calmness.
Concerns and strains turned into dew inside me.
Not a man, a child, a Hungarian or a brother,
Only a tired man, who is lying here.

The evening spreads the peace,
I’m a slice of its warm bread.
Even the sky is resting now, the stars appears
On the calm Maros and on my forehead.

Petra, Bia, Juli and Anna

2/9/2013 10:28:05 pm

On the fields some solemn peasants,
Heading home in quiet walk.
We are lying side by side, the river and I,
Young grasses are sleeping under my heart.

The river is silent, calmness rolls in its bed,
All troubles in me have turned into dew;
No man, no child, no patriot, no brother,
Just a tired man is sprawled before you.

Peace is shared out by the evening,
I'm a loaf of its warm bread,
The sky rests, too, and stars come to sit
At the calm Maros and at my forehead.

Veronika, Laura, Gábor and Tea

2/10/2013 02:28:40 am

Some solemn peasant from the fields
In end-of-day silence quietly leaves.
The river and I: together we lie
Under my heart soft grasses sleep.

The calm water patiently rolls,
Away with it all my trouble flows.
Not a child or a grown, a misfit, alone.
Just a man lying with a tired soul.

Peace spreads with the incoming night,
Of its warm bread I'm a slice.
The sky is still, the stars come out
To sit on the world and spread their light.

Nóra Komlódi

2/10/2013 04:36:25 am

Tired man

On the fields some solemn peasants
Going on the way home silently
We are lying side by side: the river and I,
Smooth grass sleeps under my heart.

The river is silently rolling great calmness peace,
The worries and troubles turns into dewfall inside me.
Not a man, not a child, nor Hungaryan, nor brother.
Only a tired man who is lying here.

The evening spreads the peace,
I am a slice of a warm bread.
The sky is also resting, the stars
appears on the silent Maros and on my forehead.

Partick, Peter, Daniel, Tini

2/10/2013 05:36:51 am

On the fields some serious rustics
going home silently
Lying together; me and the river
Grasses sleep under my heart softly.

The river is quiet, rolling calm,
truble turned dew in me.
No man, no kid, no Hungarian, no brother,
An exhousted man, who takes here a nap.

The night spreads peace,
I'm a slice of it's warm bread,
The sky is taking a rest too,
The stars are sitting on my head.

Anna, Dorka, Benji, Viktor

2/10/2013 05:59:09 am

Some serious peasents on the fields
Walking home in silence
Lying next to each other, the river and I.
Fresh grass sleeping under my heart.

The river is peaceful and rolling huge calmness
All my troubleand charge turned into dew
I'm not a man, lying here.

The night spends calmness
I'm a slice of his worm bread
Even the sky is resting on the peacuful Maros.
Stars sitting out on my forehead.

Erika, Tu

2/17/2013 03:09:44 am

There is a few serious peasants on the meadow
In silence starting to go home.
We're laying next to each other: The river and I,
Together, the grass and me are sleeping alone.

The dumb river rolls the waves calmly,
Every trouble and my fears have diappeared already.
I'm not a man, a kid, a Hungarian or a brother,
Just a tired man, who pillows simply.

The night transmit quietude
I'm just a part of a new bread,
Resting the sky with the stilly Maros
And now, the stars are lighting my forehead.

Emese, Lili, Huy, Fruzsi

2/19/2013 05:47:48 am

Exhausted man

Silent peasants in the fields
Walking down the streets
We're together standing with the river
A piece of nature in my heart or underneath.

The river has no voice rolling in the peace
My trouble seemed so far away
No woman, no cry, no Venger, no brother
Just an exhausted man do nothing but lay.

The night spreads the tranquility
I'm just one of it's whole
Stars-from the sky sleeping over the Maros-
Appearing on my fore-
Head.

Angie, Nikol, Adrienn, Adam

2/19/2013 09:33:36 pm

There are some serious peasant in the fields,
Who silently going home far.
We lie next to each other, the river and I,
Soft herbs are sleeping belong my heart.

The river is quiet, it rolls tranquility,
My problems and duty become near:
I'm not a man, or child, or Hungarian, or brother,
Just a tired man, who lies here.

The night spreads the peace,
I am a small piece of warm bread.
The sky rests too on the river Maros,
Stars are sitting on my head.

"A Tired man" Translations

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