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Милый Агнец, расскажи, Кем ты создан, расскажи? Из каких ты вышел рук? Кто тебя привел на луг? Кто пушок придумал твой, Чистый, мягкий, золотой? Кто тебе твой голос дал, Чтоб так нежно он звучал? Милый Агнец, расскажи, Кем ты создан, расскажи?

Милый Агнец, я скажу, Милый Агнец, я скажу! Имя Агнца он избрал, Ибо так себя назвал. Как дитя, он тих и мил Он пришел и всех простил. Я дитя, и Агнец ты И у нас его черты! Милый Агнец, Бог с тобой! Милый Агнец, Бог с тобой!

THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white, White as an angel is the English child: But I am black as if bereav'd of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree And sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And pointing to the east began to say.

Look on the rising sun: there God does live And gives his light, and gives his heat away. And flowers and trees and beasts and men recieve Comfort in morning joy in the noon day.

And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love. And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice, Saying: come out from the grove my love care, And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.

Thus did my mother say and kissed me. And thus I say to little English boy. When I from black and he from white cloud free, And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:

I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear, To lean in joy upon our fathers knee. And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair, And be like him and he will then love me.

& ЧЕРНЫЙ МАЛЬЧИК

В иной стране я свет увидел Божий; Я черный, но душа моя бела; Английский мальчик - ангел белокожий, Меня же мама черным родила.