To a Daydreamer

I don`t know if you recall, I translated it from Hungarian and sent it to you.  You, the daydreamer most of the time, as I at times...thus we are such creatures, probably that dreams are made of!

To a Daydreamer  

To what unimaginable depth has the beautiful light of your eyes descended?

What is it that is seeking in that questionable distance? 

Perhaps some dark flower of the past, on whose petals the tears of disenchantment tremble?

Perhaps it`s the monstrous face of a haunted  future, clad in a bewitching moonlit mist which beckons you?

Or perhaps you trust not in your own future fate which was once filled with unbearable pain?

Look at the world…so many millions of people; amongst them oh so little happiness…daydreaming is the great destroyer of life whose, eyes look towards an enchanted mystical heaven

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What is that will make man happy? Treasure? Fame? Beauty?

They are akin to drowning  floods, yet man still may never know true heart happiness.

The one that  loves flowers needs no rose bouquet;The one who adores light need not look into the sun;

If you seek the imaginary then its treasure is already lost. One who is virtuous  of heart; the one whom is noble of soul; the one whom does not quench his thirst for life; for whom pride; insatiable desire…and light, does not transform. Only…. and that only that soul shall find its earthly home.

Don`t look…don`t look towards your dreams in the distance; the whole world is not our possession; only that which the heart can contain within itself can we call truly call our own. The past; the future is a huge ocean for one heart, yet the heart is contained in such a small space on its waves trembles the light of illusion and  the mist covered castles of imaginings…. its eerie sound frightens the most gentle of hearts. 

If there is ever anything to trust in, believe in… it`s only the present. If there is anything you can feel, think; and love, then experience that.  Stay within reach of your soul and do not seek a more glorious future fate whose mesmerizing eyes will deceive you.

 What you have now, sell it not at a pittance for an impossible dream that you hold ever so tight in your hands. A wait for adoration, for treasure, for fame which shall  break your heart if you open your arms to daydreams and illusions.

Bring back…oh bring back the beautiful light of your eyes. Let it return like a bird lost who, once again found its green branches as the flowers of a whole forest is luring it back. 


Stay within this world, with your beautiful eyes. Bring on the joy on the face whom loves you; if you were forever his unimaginable dawn, then do not take away his midday sun. Do not instead cause him sadness, and flow bitter tears .

Vorosmarthy Mihaly to his young wife, Laura