Дмитрий Королёв - Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 56
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Проснись, любовь! Твое ли острие
Тупей, чем жало голода и жажды?
Как ни обильны яства и питье,
Нельзя навек насытиться однажды.
Так и любовь. Ее голодный взгляд
Сегодня утолен до утомленья,
А завтра снова ты огнем объят,
Рожденным для горенья, а не тленья.
Чтобы любовь была нам дорога,
Пусть океаном будет час разлуки,
Пусть двое, выходя на берега,
Один к другому простирают руки.
Пусть зимней стужей будет этот час,
Чтобы весна теплей пригрела нас!
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Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might:
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Else call it winter, which being full of care
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
Проснись, любовь! Твое ли острие
Тупей, чем жало голода и жажды?
Как ни обильны яства и питье,
Нельзя навек насытиться однажды.
Так и любовь. Ее голодный взгляд
Сегодня утолен до утомленья,
А завтра снова ты огнем объят,
Рожденным для горенья, а не тленья.
Чтобы любовь была нам дорога,
Пусть океаном будет час разлуки,
Пусть двое, выходя на берега,
Один к другому простирают руки.
Пусть зимней стужей будет этот час,
Чтобы весна теплей пригрела нас!
***
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might:
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Else call it winter, which being full of care
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
***
Wake up, love! Is your point
Cupboard, than a sting of hunger and thirst?
No matter how abundant dishes and drink
You can’t be saturated forever once.
So love. Her hungry look
Today is satisfied to the fatigue,
And tomorrow you are overwhelming again,
Born for the mountains, not corners.
So that love is dear to us,
Let the ocean be the hour of separation,
Let two go to the shores,
One to another extend the hands.
Let this hour be a winter cold,
So that the spring is warm to warm!
***
Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force; Be not Said
Thy Edge Blunter Be as Appetite,
Which but-day by feding is allay'd,
To-Morrow Sharpen'd in His Former Might:
So, love, be thou; Althrow to-day Thou Fill
Thy Hungry Eyes Even Till They Wink with Fullness,
To-Morrow See AGain, and Do Not Kill
The Spirit of Love with A Perpetual Dullness.
Let this Sad Interim Like the Ocean Be
Which Parts The Shore, Were Two Contracted New
Come Daily to the Banks, That, When They See
Return of Love, More Blest May Be the View;
Else Call it Winter, Which Being Full of Care
Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.
Wake up, love! Is your point
Cupboard, than a sting of hunger and thirst?
No matter how abundant dishes and drink
You can’t be saturated forever once.
So love. Her hungry look
Today is satisfied to the fatigue,
And tomorrow you are overwhelming again,
Born for the mountains, not corners.
So that love is dear to us,
Let the ocean be the hour of separation,
Let two go to the shores,
One to another extend the hands.
Let this hour be a winter cold,
So that the spring is warm to warm!
***
Sweet Love, Renew Thy Force; Be not Said
Thy Edge Blunter Be as Appetite,
Which but-day by feding is allay'd,
To-Morrow Sharpen'd in His Former Might:
So, love, be thou; Althrow to-day Thou Fill
Thy Hungry Eyes Even Till They Wink with Fullness,
To-Morrow See AGain, and Do Not Kill
The Spirit of Love with A Perpetual Dullness.
Let this Sad Interim Like the Ocean Be
Which Parts The Shore, Were Two Contracted New
Come Daily to the Banks, That, When They See
Return of Love, More Blest May Be the View;
Else Call it Winter, Which Being Full of Care
Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.