Campbell, Joseph: The old woman

As a white candle

    In a holy place,

So is the beauty

    Of an aged face.

As the spent radiance

    Of the winter sun,

So is a woman

    With her travail done.

Her brood gone from her,

    And her thoughts as still

As the waters

    Under a ruined mill.

Mint fehér gyertya

az oltár felett,

oly szép az arc,

ha megöregedett.

Mint téli nap húny

szépen, komolyan,

évei multán

az asszony is olyan.

Magzata messze,

s bent, a gondolat,

– mint lassú víz

bedőlt malom alatt.