Blake, William: Chorá ruža (The Sick Rose in Slovak)

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

Ó Ruža, si chorá!
Červ, neviditeľný,
čo za noci lieta,
keď víchrica sviští,

našiel tvoje lôžko
z karmínu blaha:
Jeho tajná láska
ti na život siaha.