09 iun.
„Sonet I” de William Shakespeare
| From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory; |
Frumoaselor făpturi le vrem vlăstare, iar frumuseţii-un spor de dăinuire şi-n acest chip, plăpând urmaş transpare purtându-i umbra, florii-n veştejire. |
| But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. |
Dar tu ce-n ochii tăi îţi afli rug, hrănindu-l cu-a ta flacără, din greu, duci foame unde-a fost cândva belşug, însuţi vrăjmaş al dulcelui tău eu. |
| Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding. |
Tu, care eşti podoaba blândă-a firii şi-al primăverii crainic de nădejde ţi-ngropi în muguri florile iubirii şi eşti calicul care risipeşte. |
| Pity the world, or else this glutton be: To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee. |
Ai milă: ce-i al lumii nu prăda cu gura gropii şi cu gura ta… |
| William Shakespeare | traducere de Gheorghe Tomozei |