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Blake, William: Infant Sorrow

Portre of Blake, William

Infant Sorrow (English)

My mother groaned, my father wept,

Into the dangerous world I leapt;

Helpless, naked, piping loud,

Like a fiend hid in a cloud.


Struggling in my father's hands,

Striving against my swaddling bands,

Bound and weary, I thought best

To sulk upon my mother's breast.

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A csecsemő bánata (Hungarian)

Apám sírt, anyám jajgatott,

S hipp-hopp, e zord földön vagyok,

Pőre kisded, vinnyogó,

Mint egy ködbe bujt manó.


Apám karján csápolok,

A pólyáimmal harcolok,

De hiába fáradok,

Hát anyám mellén duzzogok.

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