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

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Language: English 
Our translations:  ITA
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O! if, -- I say you look upon this verse,
When I [perhaps]1 compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
But let your love even with my life decay;
      Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
      And mock you with me after I am gone.

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Quando morrò, più a lungo, il tuo pianto
Language: Italian (Italiano)  after the English 
 Quando morrò, più a lungo, il tuo pianto, non duri
del tempo in cui udrai mesti e cupi rintocchi risuonare 
Per avvertire il mondo che io sono ormai fuori
Da questo vile mondo, con vermi ancor più vili a dimorare:
Anzi, se questi versi leggerai, non porre mente
alla mano che li scrisse; perché tanto amore ti porto   
Che dai tuoi dolci pensieri vorrei essere assente,
se il ricordo di me dovesse darti sconforto. 
E se anche il tuo sguardo dovesse su questi versi cadere
Al tempo in  cui forse sarò con l'argilla impastato,
Oh, il povero mio nome non pronunziare neppure;
ma lascia che il tuo amore sia, con la mia stessa vita, cessato.
   In modo che la gente intrigante non venga a spiare il tuo pianto 
   E non si prenda gioco di noi dopo che sarò defunto.

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This text was added to the website: 2008-08-09
Line count: 14
Word count: 140