by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Translation © by Ferdinando Albeggiani

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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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • 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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Sonnetto LXXIII
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the English 
Puoi contemplare in me dell'anno quel momento
In cui spogliati rami o con poche foglie cadenti,
E ormai ingiallite, tremano al freddo vento,
Nudi cori in rovina, dove i canti sono ormai spenti.
In me tu vedi il crepuscolo del giorno
Che dopo il tramonto svanisce ad occidente, 
Presto poi vinto da nera  notte intorno, 
Simile a morte, che tutto volge in niente.
In me tu vedi lo spegnersi di un fuoco,
Che ormai ricoprono le ceneri di giovinezza,
Come chi giace morendo a poco a poco
Nel letto stesso in cui colse amore e bellezza.
 Questo rimiri in me, che fa il tuo amore più forte,
 E spinge a meglio amare chi si  avvicina a morte.

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