μ€ λμ¬!μ€ μΆμ΄μ¬!
μ€ λμ¬!μ€ μΆμ΄μ¬!λ°λ³΅λλ κ·Έ μ§λ¬Έλ€;
λμλ λ―Ώμ μλ μλ€μ νλ ¬λ€μ λνμ¬-λ©μ²ν μλ€λ‘ κ°λμ°¬ λμμ λνμ¬;
λ μ€μ€λ‘λ₯Ό μμν μμ± νλ λ μμ μ λνμ¬,(λλ³΄λ€ λ©μ²ν μμ λ―Ώμ μλ μλ λꡬμΈκ°?)
νλμ΄ λΉμ κ°λ§νλ λλ€μ λνμ¬,λμλ€μ μλ―Έμ λνμ¬,μΈμ λ νκΈ°λλ ν¬μμ λνμ¬;
ννΈμλ λͺ¨λ κ²°κ³Όμ λνμ¬,λ΄κ° λ΄ μ£ΌμμμΒ Β λ³Έ λλ¦Ώλλ¦Ώνλ©° μΆμ‘ν κ΅°μ€λ€μ λνμ¬,
곡ννλ©° μΈλͺ¨μλ μ¬μμ λνμ¬,λλ₯Ό μ½νμκ² νλ μ¬μμ λνμ¬;
μ€ λμ¬!λ°λ³΅λλ λ무λ ν΅νν κ·Έ μ§λ¬Έλ€-μ΄κ²λ€ κ°μ΄λ° λ―Έλμ 무μμΈκ°,μ€ λμ¬,μ€ μΆμ΄μ¬?
λλ΅μ μ΄λ λ€.
λ€κ° μ¬κΈ° μλ κ²-μΆμ μ‘΄μ¬νλ©° μμμμ΄λΌλ κ²;
κ°λ ¬ν κ·Ήμ κ³μνλ©° λλ ν νΈμ μκ° λ μ μλ€λ κ²μ΄λ€.
μλ¬Έ
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fillβd with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renewβd,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurringβWhat good amid these, O me, O life?
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Answer.
That you are hereβthat life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
νλ² λ²μν΄λ΄€μ΄.μ€μ μμΌλ©΄ μλ €μ€!
"O-Me λ¨νλ€κ²λ€"
μ΄..λ μ€μνμ΄?
κ·Έλ₯ κΉμλ μλ‘ λ§μ₯λν κ±°μ.. λ―Έμν¨λ€
λ΄κ° λ립μ΄ν΄λ₯Ό λͺ»νλ€.λ―Έμ.κ·Έλ°κΉμ νλ² κ·Έ μ μ½κ³ μ€κ² μ
μ§κΈ 보λκΉ ννΈλ¨Ό μμ 'μ€'κ° κ½€ λ§μ΄ λμ€λλ―
γΉγ
λ²μνκΈ°:μ΄μ¨μ λ λͺ»μ΄λ €μ μμ½κ³ λ»λ μ νν μ λ¬νμ§ λͺ»νκ²κ°μ μμ½