Now, Csikos, Gulyas, now—come hither—hither,
And make your way through fly-swarms numberless,
And armies of loud croaking frogs, and legions
Of insects which torment the herds—come hither,
Forth from the robbers' nest, and tell me who
Placed thee in that wild waste.
Sources available for members. Sign up free to see where this quote comes from
View original (Hungarian)
Find Similar