by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Translation by Jan Kasprowicz (1860 - 1926)

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more
Language: English 
Available translation(s): DUT FIN ITA
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
[ One foot in sea and one on shore;
To one thing constant never. ]1
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no more,
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
[ The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was leavy. ]1
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

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  • Also set in Dutch (Nederlands), a translation by Emmanuel Hiel (1834 - 1899) , "O, meisjes, zucht niet ach en wee", appears in Gedichten, in Twaalf liederen van Shakespere, no. 4, first published 1868 ; composed by Petrus Leonardus Leopoldus "Peter" Benoit.
  • Also set in French (Français), a translation by Jules Ruelle (1834 - 1892) ; composed by Akhilles Nikolayevich Alferaki.
  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ; composed by Erich Wolfgang Korngold.

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Śpiew Baltazara
Language: Polish (Polski)  after the English 
Przestańcie szlochać, miłe panie,
Bo chłopiec zawsze niestały;
Ledwie na lądzie nogą stanie,
A już go wody zabrały!
Płakać to grzech!
Niech go tam! niech!
A wy się bawcie do rana;
Przemieńcie ból na szczery śmiech,
Na «danaż moja! oj dana»!

Na co ta łezka, twarz ta blada?
I na co śpiew ten żałosny?

Jednaką była chłopców zdrada
Zawsze — od pierwszej już wiosny.
Płakać to grzech!
Niech ją tam! niech!
A wy się bawcie do rana;
Przemieńcie ból na szczery śmiech,
Na «danaż moja! oj dana»!

Confirmed with Poeci angielscy, translated by Jan Kasprowicz, Księgarnia H. Antenberga, Warszawa 1907, page 42-43.


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