Dsida Jenő: Smiling, Weary Wish (Mosolygó, fáradt kivánság Angol nyelven)

Would be nice, to dreamy-drowsily lie
down upon a foam-colored cloud,
as it lumbers stealthily 'cross the sky.

Eyelids closed, two hands lolling
to be swung, swayed to gentle sleep
steel-blue evening, magenta morning.

All my lethargic torments forgotten,
my bed intimating ambrosial dreams:
swaying grenadine, quilts soft as cotton.

And God himself would cease his wrath,
He’d smile and whisper into the wind:
Poor, tired little angel, who’s lost her path.