Slightly pompous, but a great poem. The pomp may have arised from the translation. This may have been a great poem in Magyar.

Sweet dream and sweet reality;
Rose leaves fall from the rose tree.
With my sorrows sun-rays toy;
I could weep from heartfelt joy.

My heart is filled with tuneful lay:
As lilacs on the lilac spray;
Alike, both song and heart, are filled
With passion strong and love that thrilled.

Ah! Could but this forever last,
Ah! Could we die ere love has past,
Embracing you, my darling wife,
Together enter future life.