How maimed is the Moon tonight,
and the darkness what mute desert,
What sadness squats on the present,
How maimed is the Moon tonight.
All the Completes ‘ve been shattered,
Flickers just the flames’ descendents,
Every love is now in fragments,
All the Completes ‘ve been shattered.
A poor wain tears me away,
Lingering wail sense disclaimner,
Half deep silence and half clamor,
A poor wain tears me away.
Ady Endre – Kocsi-út az éjszakában