There are some, who are truly blest
Those in whose hands a blessing so quickly turn a-woe
A malediction
And there,
There are those, who by their own hands or no fault of theirs receives a cursing thing
And there they think they hath been blest
They are those whose woes do quickly turn a greater woe.
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I would like to translate this poem