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Blake, William: Prečo som zrodený (Why Was I Born in Slovak)

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Why Was I Born (English)

O! WHY was I born with a different face?
Why was I not born like the rest of my race?
When I look, each one starts; when I speak, I offend;
Then I’m silent and passive, and lose every friend.

Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures despise,
My person degrade, and my temper chastise;
And the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame;
All my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.

I am either too low, or too highly priz’d;
When elate I’m envied; when meek I’m despis’d.



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Prečo som zrodený (Slovak)

Ó! PREČO som s cudzou tvárou zrodený?
Prečo nie ako moji rodáci zvyšní?
Na môj zor, plašia sa; môj hlas je dotknutý;
Kamarátov strácam, som tichý a trpný.

Sprzním svoje básne a obrazmi zhŕdam,
Sám seba podceňujem, náladu trestám;
Teror a hanba, vďaka perám ceruzkám;
Moja smrť slávou a svoj talent pochovám;

Pokoria ma či nadmerne obdivujú;
Hrdosť závidia; skromnosť opovrhujú.



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