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Se'l mie rozzo martello i duri sassi

Language: Italian (Italiano)

Se'l mie rozzo martello i duri sassi
forma d'uman aspetto or questo o quello,
dal ministro, ch'el guida iscorgie e tiello,
prendendo il moto, va con gli altrui passi:

Ma quel divin, ch'in ciela alberga e stassi,
altri, e sè più, col proprio andar fa bello;
e se nessun martel senza martello
si può far, da quel vivo ogni altro fassi.

E perchè 'l colpo è di valor più pieno
quant' alza più se stesso alla fucina,
sopra 'l mie, questo al ciel n'è gito a volo.

Onde a me non finito verrà meno,
s' or non gli dà la fabbrica divina
aiuto a farlo, c' al mondo era solo.


Translation(s): CAT ENG FRE GER RUS

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  • Also set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Abram Efros (1888 - 1954) CAT ENG GER FRE by Dmitri Dmitriyevich Shostakovich.

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Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:41
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Когда скалу мой жесткий молоток

Language: Russian (Русский) after the Italian (Italiano)

Когда скалу мой жесткий молоток
В обличия людей преображает, -
Без мастера, который направляет
Его удар, он делу б не помог,

Но божий молот из себя извлек
Размах, что миру прелесть сообщает;
Все молоты тот молот предвещает,
И в нем одном - им всем живой урок.

Чем выше взмах руки над наковальней,
Тем тяжелей удар: так занесен
И надо мной он к высям поднебесным;

Мне глыбою коснеть первоначальной,
Пока кузнец господень - только он! -
Не пособит ударом полновесным.


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Text added to the website: 2008-10-03.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:57
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Word count: 79