Îïóáëèêîâàòü – âûñòàâèòü
Ñóòü ñâîþ íà òîðãè –
Äåéñòâî ñòîëü ïîñòûäíîå
Êðàéíîñòüþ íèùåòû
Îïðàâäûâàåìî – è âñå-òàêè
Ëó÷øå ñ ÷åðäàêà
 íåáåñà è ê Ãîñïîäó –
Íî çàòî ÷èñòà
Ìûñëü, â äåëî íå âëîæåííàÿ –
Ñîáñòâåííèêè ëèøü –
Îí, êåì îíà ñîçäàíà –
Òû, êòî åå õðàíèøü –
Òîðãóé õîòü ìèëîñòüþ âå÷íîþ –
Íóæäà åñëè åñòü –
Òîëüêî äóõ ÷åëîâå÷åñêèé
Öåíîé íå áåñ÷åñòü –
Publication — is the Auction
Of the Mind of Man —
Poverty — be justifying
For so foul a thing
Possibly — but We — would rather
From Our Garret go
White — Unto the White Creator —
Than invest — Our Snow —
Thought belong to Him who gave it —
Then — to Him Who bear
Its Corporeal illustration — Sell
The Royal Air —
In the Parcel — Be the Merchant
Of the Heavenly Grace —
But reduce no Human Spirit
To Disgrace of Price —