József Attila: Present, Past, Future (Jelen, mult, jövő Angol nyelven)

Into the past my eyes aimlessly glance
But for a moment! The present on its heels,
Cannot dwell on memory’s fleeting reels,
Time and again they return, askance.

The present, oh! pain it has always meant,
Followed me, whichever path my life led,
Littering with thorns each step I dared tread
And robbed me of every hope and content.

Rob me it may not, though torment it tried
- Everything shall pass, as it is prescribed -
Rob me it may not, my future of me.

Tomorrow will relieve my thorny past;
The sufferer will be exalted at last;
The future, the road ahead I do see!