СОНЕТ 15

Людмиле Довгуша – Другу и Поэту

от Волшебника с Любовью

Об увяданьи совершенных грез.

Где мир – театр, и время представлений

Зависит от холодной воли звезд.

Как будто мы бездушные цветы.

Где старость неизбежная наступит,

Сметая все тщеславные мечты…

Ты для меня сокровищ всех ценней.

Лишь время день твой юный беспрестанно

Пытается отправить в мир теней...

Тебе строкой бессмертие привью.

When I consider every thing that grows

Holds in perfection but a little moment,
		

That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
		

Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
		

When I perceive that men as plants increase,

Cheered and checked even by the selfsame sky,
		

Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
		

And wear their brave state out of memory:
		

Then the conceit of this inconstant stay

Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
		

Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay
		

To change your day of youth to sullied night,
		

And all in war with Time for love of you,

As he takes from you, I ingraft you new.
		

Сонет 15 – В. Шекспир, перевод Д. Гудвин

Картина – Rob Hefferan

When I consider every thing that grows

Holds in perfection but a little moment,

That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows

Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;

When I perceive that men as plants increase,

Cheered and checked even by the selfsame sky,

Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,

And wear their brave state out of memory:

Then the conceit of this inconstant stay

Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,

Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay

To change your day of youth to sullied night,

And all in war with Time for love of you,

As he takes from you, I ingraft you new.