M�sk�pp

S�rni �s jajongani m�r nincs mi�rt,

S�rtam �s jajongtam oly sok �vig �n.

Anya meghalt, teste f�ld alatt,

Elfogadni nem tudtam soha, de soha.

Lelkemben hatalmas �r sz�letett,

S ha r�gondoltam, k�nnyem eleredt.

Ma m�r nem s�rok, b�r hi�nyzik most is n�kem,

Hangj�t, �rint�s�t, tekintet�t k�rem,

B�r tudom, elhantolt test�nek Lelke �l, s

Vigy�zza l�pteim mind�r�kk�.

Ha csak r� gondolok, arcomra mosoly �l,

Szememben az �r�mk�nny t�ncra perd�l.

Gyeng�d �rz�sek borzongatnak,

Ha magamba n�zek n�ha nap,

Teste �s lelke bennem �l,

�letem lehelte egykoron bel�m.

S �n adtam gyermekemnek tov�bb

Egy kicsinyke r�szt, miben benne van any�m.

H�t nem s�rok, mert � bennem �l tov�bb

Kit elvesztettem a t�k�rb�l n�z vissza r�m.

Gyermekem szem�b�l csillan tekintete,

Pill�ikon l�gy mosolya rebben.

Nevet�s�kben az � kacaj�t hallom.

Halottak napj�n imm�r, sz�vem dalol.

(Szab� Gitta: 2010-11-01)

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From: Gitta Szab� (“M�sk�pp” in Hungarian)
“Differently” (Translation by Laszlo Viemann)

Crying and yammering no use now,
I cried as yammered for many years by.
Mother died, her remains under ground,
Accepting it I never could try.
In my soul came giant emptiness,
If I just thought of her, shed many tears.

Today past the crying, though miss her,
Still asking her voice, -- the touch and look.
I know her soul alive, as then tender,
She guide my steps forever, yet adore.
Only thinking of her, my face smiles,
From happiness I get teary eyes.

As affectionate feels rigor me,
If look myself at a certain days.
Her gene and soul in me lives to flame,
She is who exhaled life into me.
And I did give that to my child away,
In him small portion its mama’s gene.

Now I’m not crying, she lives in us,
Though she died, the mirror does reminds.
In my child eyes in her look regards,
On his eyelashes her soft smile peek.
In his laughter her titter I seek.
All Souls’ Day in my son, embrace Thee!
11-11-2010