Poem: End of September (Sándor Petőfi)

Below in the valley the flowers are resplendent, Outside by the window the poplars still glow, But see where the winter, already ascendant, Has covered the far distant hilltops with snow. My heart is still bathed in the fierce sun of passion, All spring is in bloom there, by spring breezes tossed, But look how my hair turns hoary and ashen, Its raven black touched by the premature frost.