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The people of the earth yearn for something that cannot be found on earth, They would dig a hiding place until they collapse, But only dig their own grave. There are those who are tired, running, afraid. They break themselves for a place to rest, And when they lie in it, they finally ask: Why did I hurry, alas, why?

"A földi nép olyanra vágyik, Ami a földön nem lehet, Búvóhelyet ásna rogyásig, De csak a sírját ássa meg. Van, aki fárad, futva, félve Töri magát nyugvóhelyért, S ha benne fekszik, kérdi végre: Miért is siettem, jaj, miért?"