Poesia kaiera
CLXXIV
Beraz, eman behar dut zinez bizi guztia,
Mina, zurekin? Erdibana ohea, sua,
Erdibana —ai, okerrena!— biok burua?,
Eta zure jana izanik neure janaria?
Bego, egia bada bide dena egia:
Elika gaitezen, konpai, betor otordua;
Zu zendu artean ezin naiz ni izan zendua
Eta zurekin biziz, bizi ahal dut bizia.
Gaitz egin didazu, alta, ostari zekena,
Zelatatzen ibiliz nire afan gartsuak
So jelatuaz; gauez lapurtuz atsedena;
Eta erraz zirenak eginez zailagoak.
Nirekin hilko zara; gehienez ere, baina,
Erdizka barkatuko dizkizut halakoak.
CLXXIV
And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you / All through my life?—sharing my fire, my bed, / Sharing—oh, worst of all things!—the same head?— / And, when I feed myself, feeding you, too? / So be it, then, if what seems true, is true: / Let us to dinner, comrade, and be fed;— / I cannot die till you yourself are dead, / And, with you living, I can live life through. / Yet have you done me harm, ungracious guest, / Spying upon my ardent offices / With frosty look; robbing my nights of rest; / And making harder things I did with ease. / You will die with me: but I shall, at best, / Forgive you with restraint, for deeds like these.