„A Ballad Of Burdens” de Algernon Charles Swinburne
The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that comes by night As a thief comes that has no heart by day, And change that finds fair cheeks and leaves them grey, And weariness that keeps awake for hire, And grief that says what pleasure used to say; This is the end of every man’s desire. |
Povara frumuseţii. Joc obscur, Iubire sinucisă fără rost Şi vârstă sosind noaptea ca un fur Ce-n timpul zilei bestie a fost; Schimbare-a dimineţii în apus, Urtât ce, treaz, se-aşteaptă-nchiriat Şi chin spunând ce poftele-au mai spus: Aşa sfârşesc dorinţele unui bărbat. |