Ljubav za sebe ne brine
Što njoj godi, to ne radi:
Drugom predat će miline
Usred Pakla Nebo gradi.
To zapjeva grumen gline
Što kopitom gazi stoka;
Ali pjesma druga sine
Kamenčiću kraj potoka.
Ljubav samo za se mari
Voli kad je drugi treba
Da uz svoje veže čari
Trun je Pakla usred Neba.
William Blake
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The Clod and the Pebble
"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair."
So sung a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:
"Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite."
William Blake
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