Death & Dying
At the Funeral
Translated by William N. Loew (1912) · From Selected Lyrics
Death & Dying
At the funeral sounds the dirge!
Who goes now with dust to merge?
No more an earth-bound captive he,
Happier far than I can be!
Here, beneath my window borne,
How many over him do mourn!
Why can I not buried be?
No one then would weep for me!
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Petőfi, Sándor. “At the Funeral.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/52/.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “At the Funeral.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/52/.
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