Jose Marti
Out of the world that battles and shines
Without remembering his unhappy captive,
To a living subject menial labor
That leads me to early death.
But there is a window next to my table
Where does the light enter? and I wouldn't give
This corner of my window
For the greatest human splendor!
Fuera del mundo que batalla y luce
Sin recordar a su infeliz cautivo,
A un trabajo servil sujeto vivo
Que a la muerte temprano me conduce.
Mas hay junto a mi mesa una ventana
Por donde entra la luz; y no daría
Este rincón de la ventana mía
¡Por la mayor esplendidez humana!
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