—CZESŁAW MIŁOSZ, translated from Polish by Czesław Miłosz & Robert Hass 


Count That Day Lost   

by George Eliot    

If you sit down at set of sun    

And count the acts that you have done,  

And, counting, find   

One self-denying deed, one word    

That eased the heart of him who heard,   

One glance most kind   

That fell like sunshine where it went - 

Then you may count that day well spent.  

But if, through all the livelong day,  

You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay -   

If, through it all   

You've nothing done that you can trace   

That brought the sunshine to one face -   

No act most small   

That helped some soul and nothing cost -    

Then count that day as worse than lost.