How I Found Hungarian Rhapsody

In your hand there's a blow, And your palm like a whip. And that's an honor fee. It's God Who told me so. That's how I found at once Hungarian rhapsody. It was polished by God. Finger in notes - that's it! I will not publish verse For no real purpose. There is nothing for voice much stronger to rejoice Than this silence of bliss and page found at once. Exactly know the sheet, that's soughing through my mind. Siena has two wings. Under the dome - a star And columns all in strips Bring forth a groan from mouth. You say: you stole from Liszt Your Parsifal's final. Once more God became jealous - Dictated for two times. Forgive me in return, Silence under the sky! Only for me - my poems, Not periodicals!