Endre Ady ON ELIJAH'S CHARIOT Into his Chariot the Lord gathers His darlings, those with harshest lots: Those gifted with quick hearts of flame Become his fiery chariots. Elijah's nation rush to heaven And stop there in perpetual snow, To ice-bound Himalayan peaks Their ragged rattling chariots go. Bleak statelessness, nor earth nor heaven, By winds of fate they're tossed and hurled. Elijah's car make for the cool And wicked beauties of the world. Their hearts burn bright, their brows are hung With icicles. And how Earth laughs. The Sun meanwhile strews diamond dust Like ice along their frozen paths. Translated by George Szirtes