`This is Friendship` by Mary Carolyn Davies.
Misattributed to Roy Croft
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Tengo miedo a perder la maravilla
de tus ojos de estatua, y el acento
que de noche me pone en la mejilla
la solitaria rosa de tu aliento.
I went to the woods because
I wanted to live deliberately,
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life?
To put to rout all that was not life and not when I come to die
Discover that I had not lived.
The hand of Vengeance found the bed
To which the purple tyrant fled;
The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head,
And became a tyrant in his stead.
Prince, je congnois tout en somme;
Je congnois coulorez et blesmes;
Je congnois mort qui nout consomme;
Je congnois tout, fors que moy-mesme.
Believe while others are doubting.
Plan while others are playing.
Study while others are sleeping.
Decide while others are delaying.
Prepare while others are daydreaming.
Begin while others are procrastinating.
Work while others are wishing.
Save while others are wasting.
Listen while others are talking.
Smile while others are frowning.
Commend while others are criticizing.
Persist while others are quitting.
Ce n’est pas toujours cœur qui se lamente
Le plus douloureux.
Ni toujours celui qui rit et qui chante
Le moins soucieux.