Alina Orlova - Sick rose
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Sick rose / Больная роза
O Rose thou art sick the invisible worm,
That flies in the night in the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love does thy life destroy.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to endless night.
Some are born to endless night,
Some are born to sweet delight.
________________
О роза, ты больна! Во мраке ночи бурной
Разведал червь тайник любви твоей пурпурной.
И он туда проник, незримый, ненасытный,
И жизнь твою сгубил своей любовью скрытной.
Темной ночью и чуть свет
Люди явятся на свет,
Люди явятся на свет,
А вокруг — ночная тьма.
И одних ждет счастья свет,
А других несчастья тьма.
© Уильям Блэйк «Больная роза / The Sick Rose» (1794) и «Изречения невинности / Auguries of Innocence» (1803)
O Rose thou art sick the invisible worm,
That flies in the night in the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love does thy life destroy.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to endless night.
Some are born to endless night,
Some are born to sweet delight.
________________
О роза, ты больна! Во мраке ночи бурной
Разведал червь тайник любви твоей пурпурной.
И он туда проник, незримый, ненасытный,
И жизнь твою сгубил своей любовью скрытной.
Темной ночью и чуть свет
Люди явятся на свет,
Люди явятся на свет,
А вокруг — ночная тьма.
И одних ждет счастья свет,
А других несчастья тьма.
© Уильям Блэйк «Больная роза / The Sick Rose» (1794) и «Изречения невинности / Auguries of Innocence» (1803)
Sick Rose / Sick Rose
O Rose Thou Art Sick the Invisible Worm,
That Flies in the Night in the Howling Storm:
HAS Found Out Thy Bed of Crimson Joy:
And HIS Dark Secret Love Does Thy Life Destroy.
EVERY NIGHT and EVERY MORN
SOME to MISERY ARE BORN,
EVERY MORN AND EVERY NIGHT
SOME ARE Born to endless Night.
SOME ARE BORN to endless night,
SOME ARE Born to Sweet Delight.
________________
Oh Rose, you're sick! In the darkness of the night of a stormy
The worm of your purple love was explored.
And he penetrated there, invisible, insatiable,
And your life has destroyed with his love secretly.
Dark night and a little light
People will come into the light,
People will come into the light,
And around - night darkness.
And the light is waiting for happiness
And other misfortunes are darkness.
© William Blake “Patient Rose / The Sick Rose” (1794) and “Inquisition of Innocation / Auguries of Innocence” (1803)
O Rose Thou Art Sick the Invisible Worm,
That Flies in the Night in the Howling Storm:
HAS Found Out Thy Bed of Crimson Joy:
And HIS Dark Secret Love Does Thy Life Destroy.
EVERY NIGHT and EVERY MORN
SOME to MISERY ARE BORN,
EVERY MORN AND EVERY NIGHT
SOME ARE Born to endless Night.
SOME ARE BORN to endless night,
SOME ARE Born to Sweet Delight.
________________
Oh Rose, you're sick! In the darkness of the night of a stormy
The worm of your purple love was explored.
And he penetrated there, invisible, insatiable,
And your life has destroyed with his love secretly.
Dark night and a little light
People will come into the light,
People will come into the light,
And around - night darkness.
And the light is waiting for happiness
And other misfortunes are darkness.
© William Blake “Patient Rose / The Sick Rose” (1794) and “Inquisition of Innocation / Auguries of Innocence” (1803)
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