The band's drum out-thumps the sea,
moonlight, chased away from shore,
floats alone on outer waves.
Dewdrops wither halfway down.
A quiet walk would do some good.
The sea is sobbing, the moon is still.
Shadows grow in solitude.
Sándor Kányádi (Born 1929) Hungary
Translated by Paul Sohar
Source: Calque Issue 1, 2007
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