قصيده لجون ملتون يذكرنا فيها بالله ...

[النــدى]

Nice poem When i consider how my light is spent. Erw half my days in this dark world and wide. And that one talent which is death to hide . lodged with me uselass ,though my soul more bent . To serve there with my MAKER, and present. My true account,lest he returning chide, Doth God exactday-labour,light denied? I fondly ask , but patience, to prevent. That murmur ,soon replies."God doesn't need" Either man's work or his own gifts .who best . Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best , His state. هذه القصيده للشاعر الحزين جون ملتون الذي اصابه العمى وجعله يشعر باليأس[1608-1674]