Joyce, James: Kamarazene XVII (Chamber Music XVII in Hungarian)

Because your voice was at my side

I gave him pain,

Because within my hand I held

Your hand again.

There is no word nor any sign

Can make amend —

He is a stranger to me now

Who was my friend.

Bántottam őt, mert felcsendült

Szelíd szavad,

S kezembe fogni kis kezed

Megint szabad.

Itt már se szó, se mozdulat

Meg nem bocsát —

Idegen lett, kit így neveztem:

Jóbarát.