Sonnet 66 (বুলগেরীয় অনুবাদ)


Sonnet 66

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
ILMYMIKILMYMIK দ্বারা সোম, 27/02/2012 - 18:05 তারিখ সাবমিটার করা হয়
SaintMarkSaintMark সর্বশেষ সম্পাদনা করেছেন শনি, 15/10/2016 - 05:45
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Song / Sonette 66/ Сонет 66

Сонет 66
Зова смъртта. Живот непоносим;
Достойнството принудено да проси.
Простащината хили се без грим,
и скъп костюм нищожеството носи,
и правдата дамгосана лъжливо,
и девственост брутално поругана,
и силата скована в мощ фалшива,
и подлостта с похвали увенчана,
и истината в глупост обвинена,
и глупостта със вид на ерудит,
и жално онемяло вдъхновение,
и чест в услуга на порок открит:
Бих тръгнал си от мерзост уморен,
ала самотна ще е любовта след мен!
ILMYMIKILMYMIK দ্বারা সোম, 27/02/2012 - 18:06 তারিখ সাবমিটার করা হয়
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