Čez tebe več ne bo, sovražna sreča!
iz mojih ust prišla beseda žala;
navadil sem se, naj Bogu bo hvala,
trpljenja tvojega, življenja ječa!
Navadile so butare se pleča,
in grenkega se usta so bokala,
podplat je koža čez in čez postala,
ne straši več je trnjovka bodeča.
Otrpnili so udje mi in sklepi,
in okamnelo je srce preživo,
duha so ukrotili nadlog oklepi;
strah zbežal je, z njim upanje goljfivo;
naprej me sreča gladi, ali tepi,
ne tnalo najdla boš neobčutljivo.
Nr. 6
O'er thee, Misfortune, I have ceased to wail,
I'll utter no reproaches any more.
Thank God, I'm used to griefs thou hast in store
And to the sufferings in life's strong jail.
No burden can now hurt my shoulders frail;
My lips are used to bitter drinks of yore;
My feet, like leather, are no longer sore,
I dread no thorny path, no irksome trail.
Stiff are my limbs and joints as if confined.
My heart, once sensitive, is hard as stone,
The claims of sorrow have subdued my mind.
All fear is fled; with it all hopes have flown.
Should Fate caress or beat me, it will find
Insensibility of flesh and bone.
prevod: A. I. Lenarčič in W.K. Matthews
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