ಒಂದು ಕವನದ ಭಾವಾನುವಾದ

ಪ್ರಶಂಸೆಯ ನುಡಿಗೆ ಧನ್ಯವಾದಗಳು, ನಾಗರಾಜ್. ನುರಿತ ಕೈಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ಕವನ ಇನ್ನಷ್ಟು ಸೊಗಸಾಗಿ ಹೊಮ್ಮಬಹುದು.

ವಂದನೆಗಳು ನಂದೀಶ್.

ಮೆಚ್ಚಿದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ ಧನ್ಯವಾದಗಳು ಬಾಬು

ಧನ್ಯವಾದಗಳು ಸುರೇಶ್. A Poison Tree A Poison Tree By William Blake 1757–1827 William Blake I was angry with my friend. I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe. I told it not, my wrath did grow; And I water'd it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles; And it grew both day and night Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole. In the morning glad I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree.