Living
I Do Not Weep
Translated by William N. Loew (1912) · From Selected Lyrics
I do not weep, do not complain,
To tell my sorrows I refrain.
But if you saw my haggard face
What's writ on it with ease you'd trace,
And in my purblind eyes you'd see
The dreadful curse which weighs on me,
The miserable life I lead; —
An awful curse is my life's meed.
WHAT IS THE END OF MAN?
(Az ember ugyan hova lesz?)
What is the end of man?
Explain to me who can:
Did old Socrates
After his decease
From poison go, —
Ed like to know, —
To the same place, where
Had gone hi-s murderer?
This can not be; and yet... and yet;
Could we a glance of the hereafter get!
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MLA
Petőfi, Sándor. “I Do Not Weep.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/85/.
Chicago
Petőfi, Sándor. “I Do Not Weep.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/85/.
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