Nausikaa | I am standing on the seashore

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by Aranka Bálint (b. 1885)

Translation © by Andrew Dienes

Nausikaa

Language: Hungarian (Magyar)

Our translations: ENG

Állok kinn a tenger partján, 
mélázok a vizeken: 
merre mentél, hova tűntél, 
Te sokat tűrt idegen. 
Ide látszik Ithakának 
felszálló füstfellege, 
hű feleség karja átfog. 
Bút-bajt feledsz - engem vele. 
Hűvös szél fú Ithakából, 
nem te küldted? Borzogat. 
Állok künn, a tenger partján, 
s irigylem a holtakat.

Text Authorship:

by Aranka Bálint (b. 1885) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Zoltán Kodály (1882 - 1967), "Nausikaa", 1907, published 1924 [voice and piano], from Négy dal, no. 2. [ sung text checked 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Andrew Dienes) , "Nausikaa", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Nausikaa

Language: English after the Hungarian (Magyar)

I am standing on the seashore
contemplating the waters:
Where did you go and disappear,
you stranger who suffered so much?
Rising smoke from Ithaka 
can be seen from here,
[your] faithful wife embraces you.
You forget sadness, suffering - and me too.
Cold wind blows from Ithaka,
did you send it? It makes me shiver.
I stand on the seashore
and I envy the the dead.

Translator's note: Ithaka is often spelled Ithaca.

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a text in Hungarian (Magyar) by Aranka Bálint (b. 1885)
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This text was added to the website: 2017-11-09
Line count: 12
Word count: 66