You who have so much....

How could you bring yourself to think of me...

Beauty is one thing but status is another

You have a proud way about you

And it is a great thing

But understand....

Everyone is not so fortunate

As to have had the experiences you´ve had

I will take my bow

The presentation is done

Although very short

My heart you won....

(Thank you in advance.. I know it is long a bit)

My try:

Sen, çok fazla þeyi olan...

Beni düþünmek için kendini nasýl ikna edebiliyorsun?

Güzellik bir þeydir fakat durum da bir baþkasý

Kendin için çok gurur verici bir yolun var

Ve bu harika bir þey

Ama bir þeyi anla...

Herkes bu kadar þanslý deðil

Senin sahip olduðun tecrübelere sahip olamayacak kadar

Eðilerek selamýmý vereceðim

Sunum bitti

Çok kýsa olmasýna raðmen

Kalbim, sen kazandýn...

Whenever Richard Cory went downtown, 
We people on the pavement¹ looked at him; 
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,²
Clean favored, and imperially slim..............................4

And he was always quietly arrayed,³ 
And he was always human⁴ when he talked; 
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered⁵ when he walked. .....8

And he was rich—yes, richer than a king– 
And admirably schooled in every grace;
In fine,⁶ we thought that he was everything 
To make us wish that we were in his place................12

So on we worked, and waited for the light, 
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head............16

Thank you very much... help is invaluable