Miklós Radnóti:
In your two arms
I’m rocking in your two arms
quietly.
You are rocking in my two arms
quietly.
I am a child in your arms,
he is silent.
You are a child in my arms,
IM listening to you.
You hug me with two arms,
when I’m afraid.
I hug you with two arms
and I’m not afraid.
He won’t scare you in your two arms
death is great
don’t shut up.
In your two arms on death,
like a dream
I’m going through it.
April 20, 1941
Miklós Radnóti:
Your arms
Your arms rock me so much
mild and quiet.
My arms cradle you like that
mild and quiet.
I am your poor child, here
I find peace.
You are my poor child, I am
listen to you.
Your arms are also taming
my fear.
My arms find you, oh
banish fear!
Your arms protect me from
dead silence,
Fear and woe.
Your arms leave death
like a dream
survive.
20. April 1941
(translated by Ferenc Tauber)
