"Hope" is the thing with feathers
"Nada" je stvar s perjem
That perches in the soul,
Koja se smješta u duši,
And sings the tune without the words,
I pjeva melodiju bez riječi,
And never stops at all,
I nikad ne staje,
And sweetest in the Gale is heard;
I najljepše se čuje u oluji;
And sore must be the storm
I vrlo jaka mora biti oluja.
That could abash the little bird
Koja bi mogla posramiti ptičicu
That kept so many warm.
Koja je grijala tolike.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
Čula sam je u najhladnijoj zemlji,
And on the strangest sea;
I na najčudnijem moru;
Yet, never, in extremity,
Ipak, nikad, u nevolji,
It asked a crumb of me.
Nije tražila ni mrvicu od mene.
