Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed,
Beated and chopp'd with tann'd antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
Любовь к себе моим владеет взором.
Она проникла в кровь мою и плоть.
И есть ли средство на земле, которым
Я эту слабость, мог бы побороть?
Мне кажется, нет равных красотою,
Правдивей нет на свете никого.
Мне кажется, так дорого я стою,
Как ни одно земное существо.
Когда же невзначай в зеркальной глади
Я вижу настоящий образ свой
В морщинах лет, - на этот образ глядя,
Я сознаюсь в ошибке роковой.
Себя, мой друг, я подменял тобою,
Век уходящий - юною судьбою.
SIN OF SELF-LOVE POSSESSETH ALL MINE EYE
And all my soul and all my every part;
And for this Sin There Is No Remedy,
IT IS SO Grounded Inward In My Heart.
Methinks No Face So Gracious Is As Mine,
No Shape SO True, No Truth Of Such Account;
And for MySelf Mine Own Worth Do Define,
AS I AL ALL OTHER IN ALL WORTS SURMOUNT.
But WHEN MY GLASS SHOW ME MYSELF INDEED,
Beed and chopp'd with tann'd antiquity
MINE OWN SELF-LOVE QUITE CONTRARY I READ;
SELF SO SELF-LOVING WERE INIQUITY.
'Tis thee, MySelf, That for Myself I Praise,
Painting My Age with Beauty of Thy Days.
My love owns my eyes.
It penetrated my blood and flesh.
And is there a remedy on earth
I could overcome this weakness?
I think there are no equal beauties,
True is not in the light of anyone.
It seems to me that I am so expensive,
Like a single earthly creature.
When will be sure in a mirroring stroit
I see a real image of my
In wrinkles years, - looking at this image,
I confess in the error of the fatal.
Myself, my friend, I replaced to you,
The age of the outgoing - Youth of Fate.
