28 Ian

„Astrophil and Stella – Sonnet I” de Philip Sidney

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show
That she (dear She) might take some pleasure of my pain:
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain;
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe,
Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain:
Oft turning others’ leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sun-burn’d brain.
But words came halting forth, wanting Invention’s stay,
Invention, Nature’s child, fled step-dame Study’s blows,
And others’ feet still seem’d but strangers in my way.
Thus, great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite–
“Fool,” said my Muse to me, “look in thy heart and write.”
Iubind temeinic, m-oi preface-n vers,
Să-şi afle-un farmec draga-ntr-al meu dor –
Citind cu drag, cititu-i un revers
La tot ce-ndur – balsam îndurător!
Tristeţea-mi zugrăvii în chip divers,
Sortind expresii, har născocitor,
Scornii printr-alte pagini proaspăt viers,
Ploi rodnice-într-al arşiţei cuptor!
Dar calpe vorbe-alung Invenţia,
Ce-i prunc al Firii, studiul sterb o curmă:
Simt paşi străini umblând pe calea mea!
Când, burduşit cu vorbele-mi din urmă,
Îmi dau un pinten, Muza mea mă-mbie:
Smintite, moaie-n inimă şi scrie!
Philip Sidney traducere de Dan Duţescu

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