Jaj, ha a medve halkan tördeli ágak jég-süvegét, és ... - Turcsány Péter

Whoever trains his fate to fight, to battle,
shall form around him great arena rings
to battle
with his ever changing foes.
Whoever stays in his own easychair
and lives on tales and swoons on songs of birds,
the Lord shall grant all that for him,
provided he has patience infinitely
and humbleness to make him back away,
when he must.
Who wets the pebbled ways of the parks of his life
with delirious brews,
shall slide into the mud;
and if, he takes to water,
the rolling waves of extasies and fevers
will slap his boat.
In everyone a palace waits its mason!
We’re slavedrivers and princes of ourselves
simultaneously.
Don’t let the change be done by anyone.
The first movement of your birth,
the way you cried, the first twitch
of yoursmile will make you
the Sheperd of Existence.
Herd the flock of your minutes
to the pasture of eternity.
(Istvan Gyöngyös, 5. May. 2002)
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