Blake, William: A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,

Night and morning with my tears;

And I sunned it with my smiles

And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,

Till it bore an apple bright;

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole

When the night had veil'd the pole:

In the morning, glad, I see

My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

Razgnevih se na druga mog,

Gnev izrekoh, i on prohuja.

Razgnevih se na vraga zlog,

Prećutah, i gnev poče da buja.

Strahom sam taj gnev odgajao,

Lukavstvima nežnim ga negovô,

Osmehom sunčao, i njegovo

Stablo suzom napajao.

Srdžba rasla noću i danju

I rodila jabuku što me zaseni,

Dušman je moj motrio na nju

I znao je da pripada meni.

Dušman u voćnjak moj se, noću,

Kad sjaja nije, ušunjô tajno,

I ujutru ga spazih, s radošću,

Opruženog pod voćkom sjajnom.

     Pavlović, Miodrag i