J.M. Plunkett: Isten ragyog�sa

T�molyognak a r�szeg csillagok,

Billeg a Hold, mint sz�lf�tta bimb�,

L�bam alatt a f�ld, mint sodr�d�

K�d, cs�szk�l, fetreng, �s �n felsz�llok;

S rep�lnek a mozdulatlan dolgok,

Megreszket a v�ros, az iszapt�

V�ros -- v�rem zuhatag, s olvad�

Isten gy�m�lcs�vel szomjat oltott,

S a vil�g inog -- akkor pr�selem

Sz�l�j�t, ne k�stolja senki sem -- 

S�rok, mert dics�s�ged vajon ott

Merjem-e l�tni egy l�nyban? Isten!

Im�datom �ldott, vagy �tkozott?

The Splendour of God

The drunken stars stagger across the sky,
The moon wavers and sways like a wind-blown bud,
Beneath my feet the earth like drifting scud
Lapses and slides, wallows and shoots on high;
Immovable things start suddenly flying by,
The city shakes and quavers, a city of mud
And ooze -- a brawling cataract is my blood
Of molten metal and fire -- like God am I.

When God crushes his passion-fruit for our thirst
And the universe totters -- I have burst the grape
Of the world, and let its powerful blood escape
Untasted -- crying whether my vision durst
See God's high glory in a girl's soft shape --
God! Is my worship blessed or accurst?