Vugar Juszifov /by Tibor Toth, translated by Kalman Kerekes/
Created by Zita 13 years ago
Blood of Azers and Hungarians in your vessels.
This way you were a great, right Hungarian.
Loved, adored, embraced by Budapest,
’szalka, Túristvándi, Kisar, Nagyar and the rest.
You’ve got a great role from the stage director
There above, heavy-grave role of the Right Man.
Hard rule and hard role for the Chosen One
To live and love in acts of deadly short time span.
You played the boy set out to try his luck
Dressed in hopes and prayers of those stay’d home
Plays and memories of yours now miss to find their cease
Even if the battles you not all and not always has won.
You wanted to be a comedian of heart and soul
You really were it, my friend, and past tense awfully hurts
A right-hand bend on the road, the prompter failed to warn you
Curtain came too early – it freezes , it burns.
The cave of absence can’t be embraced
You left everything and everyone
Thank you for the gifts you left, but the abyss is gaping
Our honest and great plans remained undone.
You inspired and boosted your grateful public
Giving them much more than you – never – asked for
Your earthly high-speed flight was a flaming flash in day and night
That lighted up fires of love and friendships’ warmth.
You always took seriously all your roles
When being complimented, you modestly showed to us
Just a smile, just a reserved delight
The treasure chest of kindness got filled more and more up.
Vugi, you were for us the One Right Man
Friend, playmate and of philantropists a right kind
We are stunned, weeping, our souls feel cold
The graveyard tries to rob you from our heart and mind.
Keep on playing there above the roles you will get
Be Hemingway’s wise fisherman on heaven’s sea
You will remain for us a true friend and playmate
Now go, the stars in your eyes we will always see.
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