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Shelley, Percy Bysshe: A Castlereagh-kormányzatra (Lines Written During The Castlereagh Administration in Hungarian)

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Lines Written During The Castlereagh Administration (English)

Corpses are cold in the tomb;

Stones on the pavement are dumb;

Abortions are dead in the womb,

And their mothers look pale--like the death-white shore

Of Albion, free no more.


Her sons are as stones in the way--

They are masses of senseless clay--

They are trodden, and move not away,--

The abortion with which she travaileth

Is Liberty, smitten to death.


Then trample and dance, thou Oppressor!

For thy victim is no redresser;

Thou art sole lord and possessor

Of her corpses, and clods, and abortions--they pave

Thy path to the grave.


Hearest thou the festival din

Of Death, and Destruction, and Sin,

And Wealth crying "Havoc!" within?

'Tis the bacchanal triumph that makes Truth dumb,

Thine Epithalamium.


Ay, marry thy ghastly wife!

Let Fear and Disquiet and Strife

Spread thy couch in the chamber of Life!

Marry Ruin, thou Tyrant! and Hell be thy guide

To the bed of the bride!

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A Castlereagh-kormányzatra (Hungarian)


Hideg a hulla a mélyben,

hallgat az út köve mélyen,

halott a magzat a méhben…

És anyja fehér, mint partjaidon

ködöd – rab Albion!


Fiaid néma kövek –

mint sár, ha fagyosra meredt,

megtiprott béna tömeg…

S mellyel vajúdtál, magzatod,

a Szabadság halott.


Zsarnok, táncolj! Elalélva

lábadnál fekszik a préda.

Győztél! A tiéd az aréna

s a kiirtott magzat, a hulla, a sár…

temetők öle vár.


Hallod, hogy tombol a bál?

Hogy ropja a Bűn s a Halál?

A Vagyon „pusztulj"-t kiabál,

de a Jog e zsivajban néma halott…

Ez a nászdalod!


Vedd el viasz-arcu arádat!

A Gyűlölet, Rémület, Bánat

vesse meg gonddal az ágyad!

Csak vedd el a Romlást! Belzebub áldjon


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