B. Daniel posted his poem, Menedékem/Sanctuary, (the English is also given). What amazed me about it, outside of the fact that it is a great poem, is that the language sounds lyrical. My Grandmother Turfa, rest her soul, was aghast that my brother and I would not going to be taught the language. We are half-Magyar, so my parents figured there was no need. It would have been nice to learn some of it, but she wanted us to be as immersed in the language and culture as one could have been while living in the USA. Her three children were, and none of them enjoyed it, although they were proud of their heritage.
I mentioned this poem and my reaction to the sound of the language to my wife. I told her what I heard in Hungarian was usually louder and more dramatic. She said, "Thant's your family!"
Here is the poem in both languages, and the link to the recording. Thanks/Köszönöm!
magyar) (~english)
Menedekben In Sanctuary
Leszereltem I disarmed
Fegyveremet, My weapon,
Elmem retteg… My mind is scared…
Menedekben In Sanctuary
Leszereltem I disarmed
Fegyveremet, My weapon,
Leheveredtem. I lied down.
Elmerengtem I was lost in reveries of
Eredeten, Origin,
Szereteten, Love,
Szenvedelyen, Passion,
Elfeledett Forgotten
Emlekeken. Memories.
Elmeselem, I tell you the tale,
Ejjeleken In nights
Ej kek egen In night-blue sky
Vegtelenbe To the Infinity
Ket szemedbe Through your two eyes,
Beled lestem, I peep in,
Nem remelve Not hoping to,
Fenyt kerestem, I searched for light,
S Lelked leltem, And your soul was found.
Keptelen, de Absurd, but
Elkepedve Astounded
Beleestem, I fell in love with her,
Megszerettem, I conceived an affection,
Beket leltem, I found peace,
S kepzeletben And in imagination
Eltevedve, I have lost my way,
Megvesz lelkem, My soul is excessively fond of,
De megertem, But I understand,
El mer vesztem. Why I lose her.
Szegyenemre, Shame on me,
Tehetetlen Unable to deal with
Elengedem, I let her go,
Eleresztem I lose hold of,
Elvesztettem. I lost her.
Elveszetten As lost
El nem rejtem, I do not hide it,
Nezzetek el, Turn a blind eye on it,
Lelkem gyenge My soul is weak
E percekben. In these minutes.
Leplezetlen Unconcealed
Szerelmemet Of my love
Lehetetlen It's impossible
Levedlenem, To me to get it off,
S And
Hiteltelen Without interest is
Hiedelmem My belief,
Hite vesztve Shorn of faith
Hitegetem. I dupe in fine words.
Hihetetlen. Unbelievable.
(C) Daniel B 2014
https://soundcloud.com/b-daniel/menedekem_sanctuary
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