One more little poem for today. Originally untitled and found on page 16 of The Broken Wing of Hope by Lesya Ukrainka.
Як дитиною, бувало
Леся Українка
Як дитиною, бувало,
Упаду собі на лихо,
То хоч в серце біль доходив,
Я собі вставала тихо.
«Що, болить?» — мене питали,
Але я не признавалась —
Я була малою горда,—
Щоб не плакать, я сміялась.
As a Child Whene’er I Stumbled
Lesya Ukrainka
As a child whene’er I stumbled
And would hit the ground with violence,
Even if my heart was hurting,
I would stand back up in silence.
“Does it hurt?” they asked me gently,
Though the pain I kept denying —
I was proud when I was little —
I would laugh to keep from crying.