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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Faithfulness
By Sándor Petőfi (1823–1849)
 
Translation of Sir John Bowring

THERE on the mountain a rose-blossom blows;
Bend o’er my bosom thy forehead which glows;
Whisper, O whisper sweet words in mine ear,
Say that thou lovest me,—what rapture to hear!
 
Down on the Danube the evening sun sinks,        5
Gilding the wavelets that dance on its brinks;
As the sweet river has cradled the sun,
Cradled I rest upon thee, lovely one!
 
I have been slandered, the slanderers declare;—
Let God forgive them,—I utter no prayer;        10
Now let them listen, while prayerful I pour
All my heart’s offerings on her I adore.
 
 
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