The blind boy
O say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of the sight?
O tell your poor blind boy!
You talk of wond'rous things you see,
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night.
My day or night myself I make,
Whene'er I sleep or play;
And could I ever keep awake,
With me 'twere always day.
With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne'er can know.
Then let not what I cannot have
My cheer of mind destroy;
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy.
Translation(s): CAT GER
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Confirmed with Specimens of the British Poets; with biographical and critical notices, and an essay on English poetry. By Thomas Campbell. In seven volumes. Vol. V. Sewell, 1726, to Carey, 1763. London: John Murray, Albemarle-Street. 1819, page 324; and with A Select Collection of English Songs. In three volumes. Volume the second. London: Printed for J. Johnson in St. Pauls Church-yard. MDCCLXXXIII. , pages 104-105.
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "El noi cec", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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El noi cec
Language: Catalan (Català) after the English
Oh, vinga, dieu-me estimats,
què és aquesta cosa que anomeneu llum?
Quines són totes les joies de veure-hi
que jo mai he conegut?
El sol que vosaltres veieu tan brillant,
per a mi, pobre noi, no llueix mai;
dieu que surt i després es pon,
però jo no sé quan ni com.
El dia i la nit me'ls faig jo mateix,
mentre dormo i jugo,
la meva vida interior em somriu esplèndida,
d'alegries en tinc moltes.
Sens dubte, no conec el que a vosaltres us fa goig,
però cap culpa m'oprimeix,
per això estic joiós en la meva sofrença
i amb paciència la suporto.
Sóc tan feliç, tan afortunat
amb el que Déu m'ha donat,
estic content com un rei, tot i que
només sóc un pobre noi cec.
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- a text in English by Colley Cibber (1671 - 1757), "The blind boy" GER
- This text was set to music by the following composer(s): William Martin Yeates Hurlstone. Go to the text.
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