Tennyson, Alfred Lord: A kikötőn túl (Crossing the Bar Magyar nyelven)

Sunset and evening star,
    And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
    When I put out to sea.
 
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
    Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
    Turns again home!
 
Twilight and evening bell,
    And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
    When I embark;
 
For though from out our bourn of Time and Place
    The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
    When I have crost the bar.