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

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FIN ITA
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
[Sometime]1 too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to [time thou growest]2:
  [So long]3 as men [can]4 breathe or eyes can see,
  So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

J. Dankworth sets lines 1-8

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1 Wilkinson: "Sometimes"
2 Aikin: "times thou grow'st"
3 Wilkinson: "As long"
4 Aikin: "shall"


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Dovrei paragonarti ad un giorno d'estate?
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the English 
Dovrei paragonarti ad un giorno d'estate?
Tu sei più incantevole e più mite:
A maggio un rude vento agita le gemme delicate
E il corso dell'estate ha troppo breve durata:
talvolta l'occhio del cielo troppo infuocato appare
e spesso invece il suo viso dorato si oscura;
ogni bellezza, col tempo, bellezza deve lasciare,
sciupata dal caso o dal mutevole corso di natura;
ma la tua estate eterna non potrà mai sfiorire
né perdere il possesso della bellezza che hai;
e neppure ti farà ombra la Morte, né si potrà vantare
di te che, in versi eterni, nel tempo crescerai.
Ché fino a quando ci sarà  respiro e occhi che vedranno
Avranno vita i  miei versi e vita ti daranno.


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Line count: 14
Word count: 119