Beggær

Just one night, then I'm thrown out:

Better than on streets in moonlight.

Yet I'm still searching for my long-lost home,

So one day I may finish this endless roam.

I've been bargaining with God and Satan,

Now I'm a hypocrite, not only a traitor.

Both give me hope, but neither persist,

Oh, I just complain about what I missed.

It's getting colder with each night and day,

And I still won't find my warm bed to lay.

I'm afraid I won't survive this fourth winter,

Maybe it's better this way: with one less beggar.

There were some inviting houses, yes, indeed,

Cozy, clean abodes, where I could've stayed,

But none of them offered home to this nomad,

They were just one of the million to one silly lad.

In the shivering nights I dream about returning:

There are bright lights, open arms, it's the end of my yearning.

I step inside and forage for what I never stop to crave -

A familiar silhouette and her faint voice calling my name.

Szilágyi Ákos XI. H