Overig vertaling

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The back-translation goes as follows:

Hope is the thing with feathers
Perching in the soul
And singing the air without lyrics
And without ever stopping

In the hurricane, sweetness is heard
And bad must be the storm
Able to abash the bird
Having kept many men* warm

I've heard it in the icy land
On a very strange sea
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a thing of me.

*the word used is mixed in gender, so it includes women as well