Английский язык с Шекспиром

ISSUE 2

Sonnet II.

 

Sonnet II.

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,

(Когда сорок зим осадят твое чело)

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

(И пророют глубокие борозды на твоей красоте; beauty's field = поле красоты)

Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,

(Твоей молодости гордый наряд, на который сейчас так глазеют)

Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:

(Превратится в лохмотья, малой ценности)

Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,

(Тогда спросят тебя, где вся твоя красота; being ask'd = будучи спрошенным)

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,

(Где все сокровища твоих цветущих дней)

To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,

(Сказать, в твоих собственных глубоко запавших глазах)

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

(Было бы всепожирающим стыдом и расточительной хвалой)

How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,

(Как больше б похвалы заслужила твоя красота)

If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine

(Если б ты мог ответить: "Этот мой ребенок)

Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'

(Подведет итог и оправдает мою старость")

Proving his beauty by succession thine!

(Подтверждая его красоту твоим наследием)

This were to be new made when thou art old,

(Он станет новым началом, когда ты состаришься)

And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

(И согреет твою кровь, когда почувствуешь, что она холодеет)

 

When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,

Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:

Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,

To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,

If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine

Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'

Proving his beauty by succession thine!

This were to be new made when thou art old,

And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,

Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:

Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,

To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,

If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine

Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'

Proving his beauty by succession thine!

This were to be new made when thou art old,

And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,

Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:

Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,

To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,

If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine

Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'

Proving his beauty by succession thine!

This were to be new made when thou art old,

And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

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