Dickinson, Emily: Bamba felhők, alacsony ég 1075 (The sky is low, the clouds are mean, 1075 in Hungarian)

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.

Bamba felhők, alacsony ég
Utazó hópihe
Téblábol csűrön, úton át
Maradna, menne is

Erőtlen szél panaszkodik
S a természet vele --
Ritkán, de tettenérheted
Hogy nincs fenn ékszere