Её глаза на звезды не похожи... - Шекспир, сонет 130
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red.
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak; yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Перевод, Маршак
Ее глаза на звезды не похожи,
Нельзя уста кораллами назвать,
Не белоснежна плеч открытых кожа,
И черной проволокой вьется прядь.
С дамасской розой, алой или белой,
Нельзя сравнить оттенок этих щек.
А тело пахнет так, как пахнет тело,
Не как фиалки нежный лепесток.
Ты не найдешь в ней совершенных линий,
Особенного света на челе.
Не знаю я, как шествуют богини,
Но милая ступает по земле.
И все ж она уступит тем едва ли,
Кого в сравненьях пышных оболгали.
Coral is far more red than her lips' red.
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak; yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Перевод, Маршак
Ее глаза на звезды не похожи,
Нельзя уста кораллами назвать,
Не белоснежна плеч открытых кожа,
И черной проволокой вьется прядь.
С дамасской розой, алой или белой,
Нельзя сравнить оттенок этих щек.
А тело пахнет так, как пахнет тело,
Не как фиалки нежный лепесток.
Ты не найдешь в ней совершенных линий,
Особенного света на челе.
Не знаю я, как шествуют богини,
Но милая ступает по земле.
И все ж она уступит тем едва ли,
Кого в сравненьях пышных оболгали.
My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun;
CORAL IS FAR MORE RED THAN HER LIPS 'RED.
IF Snow Be White, Why Then Her Breasts Are Dun;
IF Hairs Be Wires, Black Wires Grow On Her Head.
I Have Seen Roses Damasked, Red and White,
But No Such Roses See i in Her Cheeks;
AND IN SOME PERFUMES IS THERE DELIGHT
Than in The Breath That From My Mistress Reeks.
I Love to Hear Her Speak; YET WELL I KNOW
That Music Hath a Far More Pleasing Sound.
I GRANT I NEVER SAW A GODDESS GO;
My Mistress, WHEN SHE WALKS, Treads on The Ground.
And Yet, by Heaven, I Think My Love as Rare
As Any She Belied With False Compare.
Translation, Marshak
Her eyes on the stars are not like
It is impossible to call the corals,
Not snow white shoulders open skin,
And the black wire will be labeled.
With Damaska Rose, Scarlet or White,
You can not compare the shade of these cheeks.
And the body smells like the body smells,
Not like violet gentle petals.
You will not find in it perfect lines,
Special light on the brow.
I do not know how the goddess marvels,
But cute steps on the ground.
And all that she will give way to the way
Who in comparisons lush rolled out.
CORAL IS FAR MORE RED THAN HER LIPS 'RED.
IF Snow Be White, Why Then Her Breasts Are Dun;
IF Hairs Be Wires, Black Wires Grow On Her Head.
I Have Seen Roses Damasked, Red and White,
But No Such Roses See i in Her Cheeks;
AND IN SOME PERFUMES IS THERE DELIGHT
Than in The Breath That From My Mistress Reeks.
I Love to Hear Her Speak; YET WELL I KNOW
That Music Hath a Far More Pleasing Sound.
I GRANT I NEVER SAW A GODDESS GO;
My Mistress, WHEN SHE WALKS, Treads on The Ground.
And Yet, by Heaven, I Think My Love as Rare
As Any She Belied With False Compare.
Translation, Marshak
Her eyes on the stars are not like
It is impossible to call the corals,
Not snow white shoulders open skin,
And the black wire will be labeled.
With Damaska Rose, Scarlet or White,
You can not compare the shade of these cheeks.
And the body smells like the body smells,
Not like violet gentle petals.
You will not find in it perfect lines,
Special light on the brow.
I do not know how the goddess marvels,
But cute steps on the ground.
And all that she will give way to the way
Who in comparisons lush rolled out.