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オリジナル歌詞
Sonnet 60
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
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Sonetul 60
Cum valurile cresc peste prundişuri,
minute curg spre moarte-n zbor nebun,
locul şi-l lasă fără ocolişuri
celor din urmă, care le răpun.
Te naşti într-a oceanului splendoare,
prin vârste curgi, dar Timpul ţi-a sortit
eclipse, lupte laşe şi surpare,
devălmăşind tot ce ţi-a dăruit.
Tot ce-i vigoare Timpul încovoaie,
fruntea ţi-o taie cu încreţituri
cu-averi se-ndoapă, viaţa o despoaie,
iar coasa lungă n-ai cum să i-o furi.
Doar versul meu prin vremi se mai aude,
slăvindu-te în ciuda mânii crude...
tsitpircWilliam Shakespeare: トップ3
| 1. | Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? |
| 2. | Sonnet 130 |
| 3. | Sonnet 116 |
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