Shelley, Percy Bysshe: Mint a haló hölgy (The Waning Moon in Hungarian)
The Waning Moon (English)
And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky east,
A white and shapeless mass.