Charlote Brontëová – Rozlúčka

Parting

Rozlúčka

THERE'S no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one's heart:

There's such a thing as dwelling
On the thought ourselves have nurs'd,
And with scorn and courage telling
The world to do its worst.

We'll not let its follies grieve us,
We'll just take them as they come;
And then every day will leave us
A merry laugh for home.

When we've left each friend and brother,
When we're parted wide and far,
We will think of one another,
As even better than we are.

Every glorious sight above us,
Every pleasant sight beneath,
We'll connect with those that love us,
Whom we truly love till death!

UŽ NEMÁ zmysel vzlykať,

čas nastal na rozlúčku:

smieme si zaspomínať

aspoň tu, pri srdiečku:

Občas sa myseľ živí

myšlienkou nástojčivou

a pohŕdavo kvíli:

Svet, ty mi pusti žilou!

Nás nezarmúti vrtoch

keď prijmeme ho vecne;

A každý deň nám tuto

do domu smiech len nesie.

Keď priateľov či brata

necháme zmiznúť v diali,

myslíme natotata,

že lepší sa nám zdali.

Pohľady dookola

sú vznešené a milé,

nás, ľúbiacich sa, spoja

až do poslednej chvíle!