Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate"
To me that languished for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
"I hate" she altered with an end,
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
"I hate" from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying "not you."
Я ненавижу, - вот слова,
Что с милых уст ее на днях
Сорвались в гневе. Но едва
Она приметила мой страх, -
Как придержала язычок,
Который мне до этих пор
Шептал то ласку, то упрек,
А не жестокий приговор.
"Я ненавижу", - присмирев,
Уста промолвили, а взгляд
Уже сменил на милость гнев,
И ночь с небес умчалась в ад.
"Я ненавижу", - но тотчас
Она добавила: "Не вас!"
У. Шекспир (пер. С.Я. Маршака)
Those Lips That Love's Own Hand Did Make
Breathed Forth The Sound That Said "I Hate"
To Me That Languished for Her Sake;
But Woe Saw My Woeful State
Straight in Her Heart Did Mercy Come
Chiding That Tongue That Ever Sweet
WAS Used in Giving Gentle Doom,
AND TAUGHT IT Th Thus Anew to Greet:
"I HATE" She Alterated With An End,
That Followed It As Gentle Day
Doth Follow Night, WHO LIKE A FIND
From Heaven to Hell Is Flown Away.
"I HATE" from Hate Away She Threw,
And Saved My Life, Saying "NOT You."
I hate, - here is the words
What's with cute mouth her other day
Fucked in anger. But hard
She noted my fear -
How did the tongue hold
Which I am up to
Whispered her caress, then reproach,
Not a cruel sentence.
"I hate," the supervision,
Melted wrapped up and look
Already changed anger to mercy
And the night from heaven was smelled to hell.
"I hate," but immediately
She added: "Not you!"
W. Shakespeare (Per. S.Y. Marshak)
