We cannot know further ways
Of our word — how it’ll be drifted, —
Compassion from above is gifted
As we are given sacred grace.
Translated by Vyacheslav Chistyakov
Фёдор Тютчев Нам не дано предугадать...
Нам не дано предугадать,
Как слово наше отзовется, —
И нам сочувствие дается,
Как нам дается благодать…
Стихотворение Фёдора Тютчева «Нам не дано предугадать...» на английском. (Fyodor Tyutchev in english).
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