To the gate of the judge of Kecső

1. At the gate of the judge in Kecső, ; The acacia tree has blossomed red, ; As red as the blood that has fallen, ; My heart aches for the judge's daughter. ; ; 2. At the gate of the judge in Kecső; The acacia tree's flower has fallen, ; Do not sweep it away before me, ; Do not love the judge's daughter.