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That this life, when, cares are full,
Around us to look around are not free?

Under the shadow of the crones, stop running,
Alas, not everyone can,

To see how the protein is a friendly host
In the green grass,

And to see that the days are full of miracles,
As at night - a starry dome in the sky.

Moments we miss - when,
Dancing delicious pas,

The girl smiles. How to know,
What are we yet ready to lose?

Sad life when we are in a hectic
Do not attach importance to beauty.

Leisure W. H. Davies
Translation: Lena Hasworth

 

original:
Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time for stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass,
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at beauty's glance
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time for stand and stare.

W.H. DAVIES

 

 

 

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