by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Translation by Nikolay Vasilyevich Gerbel (1827 - 1883)

That time of year thou mayst in me...
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRI ITA RUS
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
  This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
  To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

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  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (L. A. J. Burgersdijk)
  • FRE French (Français) (François-Victor Hugo) , no title, appears in Sonnets de Shakespeare, no. 73, first published 1857
  • FRI Frisian [singable] (Geart van der Meer) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Sonnetto LXXIII", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • RUS Russian (Русский) [singable] (Dmitri Nikolaevich Smirnov) , "Сонет 73", written 1981, Sonnet 073, copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2004-08-09
Line count: 14
Word count: 121

Ты видишь — я достиг поры той поздней...
Language: Russian (Русский)  after the English 
Ты видишь — я достиг поры той поздней года,
Когда на деревах по нескольку листков
Лишь бьется, но и те уж щиплет непогода,
Тогда как прежде тень манила соловьев.
Во мне ты видишь, друг, потемки дня такого,
В котором солнце лик свой клонит на закат,
А ночь уже спешит над жизнию сурово
Распространить свой гнет, из черных выйдя врат.
Ты видишь, милый друг, что я едва пылаю,
Подобно уж давно зажженному костру,
Лишенному того, чем жил он поутру,
И, не дожив, как он, до ночи, потухаю.
Ты видишь — и сильней горит в тебе любовь
К тому, что потерять придется скоро вновь.

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This text was added to the website: 2021-07-11
Line count: 14
Word count: 102