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-Ǫ½¬Å²(Alexander Pushkin, 1799~1837)
What though life conspire to cheat you,
(»îÀÌ ±×´ë¸¦ ¼ÓÀÏÁö¶óµµ)
Do not sorrow or complain.
(½½ÆÛÇϰųª ³ëÇÏÁö ¸»¾Æ¶ó.)
Lie still on the day of pain
(¼³¿òÀÇ ³¯À» Âü°í °ßµð¸é)
And the day of joy will greet you
(±â»ÝÀÇ ³¯ÀÌ ¿À°í¾ß ¸»¸®´Ï.)
Hearts live in the coming day
(¸¶À½Àº ¹Ì·¡¿¡ »ì°í)
There's an end to passing sorrow.
(ÇöÀç´Â ¾ðÁ¦³ª ½½Ç°Í.)
Suddenly all flies away,
(¸ðµç °Í ÇÏ¿°¾øÀÌ »ç¶óÁö³ª)
And delight returns tomorrow
(Áö³ª°£°ÍÀº ¶Ç ´Ù½Ã ±×¸®¿òÀÌ µÇ³ª´Ï.)
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