"Hope" is the thing with feathers
"Upanje" je stvar s perjem
That perches in the soul,
Ki sedi v duši,
And sings the tune without the words,
In poje melodijo brez besed,
And never stops at all,
In nikoli se ne ustavi,
And sweetest in the Gale is heard;
In najlepše se sliši v viharju;
And sore must be the storm
In močna mora biti nevihta.
That could abash the little bird
Ki bi lahko osramotila ptička
That kept so many warm.
Ki je ogrel toliko ljudi.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
Slišala sem jo v najhladnejši deželi,
And on the strangest sea;
In na najbolj čudnem morju;
Yet, never, in extremity,
In vendar, nikoli, v stiski,
It asked a crumb of me.
Ni me prosil niti za drobtinico.
