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tapi krn aku adik yg bae, maka w mencoba memenuhi permintaan k'reza untuk menerjemahkan ke dlm bahasa sunda,,ternyata cukup sulit y,,sanajan urang orang sunda,keukeuh bae, ti baheula teu alus2 nilaina,,,heuheuehu9x...
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di bawah ini dua puisi yang berjudul sama ;


..............Kumaha abdi bogoh ka anjeun.........

Kumaha abdi bogoh ka anjeun?
Cing cuang itung jalan na,
abdi bogoh ka anjeun sajero-jerona, salebar-lebarna, sajangkung-jangkungna
Jiwa abdi ngagapai, nuju ngaraos teu ka tingal
kangge ujung nu jadi rahmat nu ideal
abdi bogoh ka anjeun, leuwih ti sapopoe
ngabutuhkeun matahari sareng cahya lilin.
Abdi bogoh ka anjeun sabebas-bebasna, jiga pameugeut berjoang kangge Kabeneran
Abdi bogoh ka anjeun murni, sanajan batur mapaling tina Pujian
abdi bogoh ka anjeun sareng sumangat nu digunakeun
dina duka lami abdi, sinareng kayakinan keur abdi budak keneh
Abdi bogoh ka anjeun sareng cinta nu leungit
sareng orang-orang suci anu leungit, Abdi bogoh ka anjeun sareng napas,
seuri, cai mata tina sadaya hirup abdi..
mun Allah berkehendak, abdi bakal leuwih bogoh ka anjeun saentos pupus.

bilih salah ngartikeun,,ieu teks aslina :

...........How do I love thee..............

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace,
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quit need, by sun and candlelight
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise
I love thee with passion put to use
in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints 'I love thee with the breath
smiles, tears, of all my life!' and if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

- ELIZABETH BARETT BROWNING-

nu hiji deui teu di artikeun,,capek oge ngartikeun kana b. sunda,,
jadi mangga artikeun nyalira....heuheuheuehu9x


------------How Do I Love Thee-------------
I cannot woo thee as the lion his mate,
With proud parade and fierce prestige of presence;
Nor thy fleet fancy may I captive
With pastoral attitutes in flowery pleasance
Nor will I kneeling court thee with sedate
And comfortable plans of husbandhood
now file before thee as a candidate...
I cannot woo thee as a lover would.
To wrest thy hand from rivals, iron-gloved,
or cheat them by a craft, I am not clever
But I do love thee even as Shakespeare loved,
Most gently wild, and desperately for ever,
Full-hearted, grave, and manfully in vain,
With thought, high pain, and ever vaster pain
-WILFRED OWEN-