E. A. Poe: A Dream Within a Dream (San u samom snu)

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone? 
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Ljubim sada tvoje čelo! 
Rastajuć se neveselo,
pusti da ti kažem smjelo —
Nije u krivu koji zna
da svaki moj dan plod je sna;
A ako nada želi poć
u bijeli dan il mrklu noć,
u obmanu il prazninu,
smanjuje li to istinu?
U zori života il na dnu
sve san je baš u samom snu.

Stojim, slušam kako buče
valovi što žal taj muče,
a sred dlana sad mi bljeska
pregršt zrna zlatnog pijeska —
Malo ih je! Al svaki mine
kroz moje prste u dubine,
a ja ginem — a ja ginem!
O bože! Zar ne mogu jače
stisnut da ne bježe — plačem!
O bože! Samo da jednog 
spasim bar od vala žednog!
U zori života il na dnu
zar sve san je baš u samom snu?