Should you deplore the loss of youthful days?
You haven’t changed, in all your splendour,
With time your charming grace
Has come to be more glamorous and tender.
Your friend does not appreciate
The art of love, mysterious and pleasing,
Her eyes are silent, lifeless and inanimate
Her kiss is shy , without feeling.
But you, great mistress of my love,
Will even breathe in passion
in a boulder,
and in the prime of your unfading life
the flame in living blood will never moulder.
Тебе ль оплакивать утрату юных дней?
Ты в красоте не изменилась
И для любви моей
От времени ещё прелестнее явилась.
Твой друг не дорожит неопытной красой,
Незрелой в таинствах любовного искусства.
Без жизни взор её стыдливый и немой,
И робкий поцалуй без чувства.
Но ты, владычица любви,
Ты страсть вдохнёшь и в мёртвый камень;
И в осень дней твоих не погасает пламень,
Текущий с жизнию в крови.
«A strange anxiety befell him, / And sweet fear overcame him. / He would stand and gaze heavenwards, / And would neither see the stars, nor the morning, / The youth with the farsighted eye. Asleep — he saw eagles / Screaming and flocking around him, / This lead him to a wonderful expla...»
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