Love
Himfy's Loves, II. Song 44
Translated by John Bowring (1830) · From Poetry of the Magyars (1830)
O how sweet to see thee cumbered
With my happiness—to see
All the little cares unnumbered,
Fond affection takes for me!
Heaven has nought to give us sweeter
Than a joy-conferring wife,
And a smile of love to greet her—
'Tis the unclouded heav'n of life.
Like a sunbeam she enhances
Love's own radiance with her glances;
And where'er the sweet one is,
There is peace and there is bliss.
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MLA
Kisfaludy, Sándor. “Himfy's Loves, II. Song 44.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/kisfaludy_s/10/.
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Kisfaludy, Sándor. “Himfy's Loves, II. Song 44.” Translated by John Bowring. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/kisfaludy_s/10/.
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