Beware, beware because Satan has gone mad!
Lurk in the pure bottom of the springs
Hide behind the sparkling diamonds
Mingle with the bugs under the stones
Oh, hide yourself in freshly baked bread
Poor, poor you!
With fresh showers soak into the earth
Bathing your face in yourself is vain
Only in somebody else you can be washed.
Be the tiny edge on a blade of grass
You’ll be greater than the axis of the universe.
Oh, machines, birds, leaves and stars!
Our barren mother is begging for a child.
My friend, my dear, beloved friend
Whether it is horrible or splendid
It’s not me who shouts but the earth is rumbling.”
|—||Attila József, It’s Not Me Who Shouts (translated by Laszlo Foris)|