Ferenc Faludi

Uri nemzet eredete </br> Deli, jeles, ép termete ...

He is of illustrious name, </br> Free from spot, and free from blame; </br> Bred as noble minds are bred, </br> Leading, too, as he was led: </br> Yet I love him not—and I </br> Know full well the reason why! When he smiles, delight is nigh; </br> Joy salutes him, passing by; </br> Pleasure in his steps is treading, </br> And his friendship, 'tis an Eden: </br> Yet I love him not—for I </br> Heard him call me false—that's why!

Would I could fell that giant grove! </br> Would I could reach that flitting dove!

To Love no more my vows I'll bring, </br> For Love is such a dangerous thing; </br> There's poison hid in every dart, </br> And canker-worms in every heart, </br> Where Love doth dwell.

Thou gay-plumed bird, whose never-bridled flight </br> O'er field, o'er forest, is one long delight; </br> Were I a gay-plumed bird, how blest 'twould be </br> Thy songs to sing, to fly, to rest with thee, </br> Thou gay-plumed bird!