Death & Dying
Dirge
Translated by John Bowring (1830) · From Poetry of the Magyars (1830)
Woe, woe!
Woe! my soul's woe!
She is departed,
I—broken hearted;
Woe! my soul's woe!
O'er my dark hours
Wretchedness pours
Thousands of curses and pains—
Nothing remains.
Nothing for sorrow
To smite with to-morrow;
Sorrow has emptied its quiver,
Emptied for ever.
And my sad soul
Stands at the goal
Where suffering's exhausted; I crave
Nought but a grave.
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MLA
Anonymous Hungarian Popular Songs. “Dirge.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-hungarian/1/.
Chicago
Anonymous Hungarian Popular Songs. “Dirge.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-hungarian/1/.
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