by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Translation by Modest Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1850 - 1916)

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:
  [So long]2 as men can 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 Wilkinson: "As long"

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  • Also set in Japanese (日本語), a translation by Tsubouchi Shōyō (1859 - 1935) ; composed by Elliot Weisgarber.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 114

Сонет 18
Language: Russian (Русский)  after the English 
Сравню ли я тебя с весенним днем?
Нет, ты милее длительной красою:
Злой вихрь играет нежным лепестком,
Весна проходит краткой полосою.
Светило дня то шлет чрезмерный зной,
То вдруг скрывается за тучей мрачной…
Нет красоты, что, строгой чередой
Иль случаем, не стала бы невзрачной.
Твоя ж весна не ведает теней,
И вечный блеск ее не увядает.
Нет, даже смерть бессильна перед ней!
На все века твой образ просияет.
‎Пока есть в людях чувства и мечты,
‎Живет мой стих, а вместе с ним и ты!

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This text was added to the website: 2019-05-24
Line count: 14
Word count: 84