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Josef Štýbr translation
I thought to myself, with no love How’d look that world of ours: It would be as a dreary waste Without a trace of flowers. The heart would wander through that waste And always on grief border, It would be sad as the world was Ere God to light gave order. It would be so sad that on earth Man would not like the livin’, And God the Father would not like To stay as God in heaven.