Yeats, William Butler: A vándor Aengus éneke (The Song of Wandering Aengus in Hungarian)

I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,

And moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream

And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor

I went to blow the fire a-flame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And some one called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl

With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone,

And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.

Fejem tüzelt, kimentem a

Nagy mogyoróbokrok alá,

Egy vesszőt lehántottam és

Szamócát kötöttem reá;

S mikor a fehér lepke szállt

S szikráztak lepke csillagok,

A folyóból bogyós botom

Egy ezüst pisztrángot fogott.

A földre tettem: de mikor

Szítani kezdtem a tüzet,

Zizzent mellettem valami

És hallottam a nevemet:

A hal tündérré változott,

Hajában friss almavirág,

Nevemet mondta s elfutott

A levegő fényein át.

Öreg vagyok már, jártam a

Sivatagban s a dombokon,

De kifürkészem, hova ment,

S kézenfogom, megcsókolom;

S virágok közt járok, s nekem

Termi majd örök ég alatt

Szép ezüst almáit a hold,

Szép arany almáit a nap.