József Attila: Welcome to Thomas Mann (Thomas Mann üdvözlése Angol nyelven)
Thomas Mann üdvözlése (Magyar)
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Welcome to Thomas Mann (Angol)
Just as the child, by sleep already possessed,
Drops in his quiet bed, eager to rest,
But begs you: "Don't go yet: tell me a story,"
For night this way will come less suddenly,
And his heart throbs with little anxious beats
Nor wholly understands what he entreats,
The story's sake or that yourself be near,
So we ask you: Sit down with us: make clear
What you are used to saying: the known relate,
That you are here among us, and our state
Is yours, and that we all 'are here with you,
All whose concerns are worthy of man's due.
You know this well: the poet never lies.
The real is not enough; through its disguise
Tell us the truth which fills the mind with light
Because, without each other, all is night.
Through Madame Chauchat's body Hans Castorp sees:
So train us to be our own witnesses.
Gentle your voice, no discord in that tongue;
Then tell us what is noble, what is wrong,
Lifting our hearts from mourning to desire.
We have buried Kosztolányi: cureless, dire,
The cancer on his mouth grew bitterly,
But growths more monstrous gnaw humanity.
Appalled we ask: More than that went before,
What horror has the future yet in store?
What ravening thoughts will seize us for their prey?
What poison, brewing now, eat us away?
And, if your lecture can put off that doom,
How long may you still count upon a room?
Ah, do but speak, and we can take heart then.
Being men by birthright, we must remain men,
And women, women, cherished for that reason,
All of us human, though such numbers lessen.
Sit down, please. Let your stirring tale be said.
We are listening to you, glad, like one in bed,
To see to-day, before that sudden night,
A European mid people barbarous, white.