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The seed that fell into the ground also sprouts, When spring breathes on it. His mood has long since become sullen with desire, He has long been feverish and daydreaming, Thirsty for a fatal drink; Her young bosom, long bitter, Carried her tormenting desires, And her soul waited, waited... for someone.

"A földbe hullt mag is kikel, Ha a tavasz reá lehel. Vágytól rég búra vált a kedve, Már rég hevült s ábrándozott, Végzetes italt szomjazott; Fiatal keble rég epedve Hordozta gyötrő vágyait, S várt, várt a lelke... valakit."