Most, � most e barna vid�ken,
Hol �des szerelm�nk zen�lt,
V�ndorolunk, k�z a k�zben,
S a r�gi id�k kedv��rt
Nem siratjuk szerelm�nket,
Hisz sz�p volt, b�r most v�ge lett.

S�rg�s-v�r�s ruh�j�ban
Egy v�ndor kopogtat a f�n,
K�r�l�tt�nk a mag�ny van
F�ty�r�sz a sz�l, oly vid�m.
Nem s�hajt a lev�l -- csak hull,
Mikor az �v �szre fordul.

De most, � most nem hallhatunk
M�r t�bb verset, se �neket!
Megcs�kollak �s indulunk,
M�g miel�tt lesz�ll az est.
Ne b�nk�dj, kedves, semmi�rt --
Az �v, az �v majd visszat�r.

Now, O now, in this brown land
    Where Love did so sweet music make
We two shall wander, hand in hand,
    Forbearing for old friendship' sake,
Nor grieve because our love was gay
Which now is ended in this way.

 A rogue in red and yellow dress
    Is knocking, knocking at the tree;
And all around our loneliness
    The wind is whistling merrily.
The leaves-- they do not sigh at all
When the year takes them in the fall.

 Now, O now, we hear no more
    The vilanelle and roundelay!
Yet will we kiss, sweetheart, before
    We take sad leave at close of day.
Grieve not, sweetheart, for anything--
The year, the year is gathering.