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Waller, Edmund: Egy övre (On a Girdle in Hungarian)

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On a Girdle (English)

That which her slender waist confined          

Shall now my joyful temples bind;    

No monarch but would give his crown          

His arms might do what this has done.          


It was my Heaven's extremest sphere,

The pale which held that lovely deer:

My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,

Did all within this circle move.          


A narrow compass! and yet there      

Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair!

Give me but what this ribband bound,          

Take all the rest the sun goes round!

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Egy övre (Hungarian)

Ami őt ölelte, a pánt

most homlokomat fogja át;

s tehetné csak, mit karom, a

király trónját adná oda!


Mennyem szélső szférája volt,

mi szép gímem zárkája volt;

kínom, üdvöm, vágyam, szivem

e körben mozgott szüntelen.


Szűk öv csak! Mégis benne élt,

mind, ami jó, mind, ami szép!

Több, amit zárt e kis szalag,

mint amit körüljár a Nap!

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