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シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌74: Tanka for Sonnet 74
2018-12-26
74
死がわれを 召喚するも 悲しむな
わがたましいは この詩の中に
But be contented: when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
But be contented: when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
Whe... → 続きを読む
保護中: シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌73: Tanka for Sonnet 73
2018-12-26
73
君の愛 われに見るのは 夕暮れの
刹那の焔(ほのお) 尽きるゆえ燃え
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
That time of year thou mast in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, B
are ruin’... → 続きを読む
シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌72: Tanka for Sonnet 72
2018-12-26
72
われの名は 埋葬してよ 死とともに
あなたの愛を 汚さぬために
O, lest your true love may seem false in this,
My name be buried where my body is,
And live no more to shame nor me nor you.
And so should you, to love things nothing worth.
O, lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should love,
After my death, dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy p... → 続きを読む
シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌71: Tanka for Sonnet 71
2018-12-26
71
われ死すも 忘れ去られる ことぞよし
君が世間に 笑われぬよう
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
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.
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:
... → 続きを読む
保護中: シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌70: Tanka for Sonnet 70
2018-12-25
70
美はいつも ひとの妬(ねた)みや 誹(そしり)受く
無くばこころは あなたの従者
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
If some suspect of ill maskt not thy show,
Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,
For slander’s mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven’s sweete... → 続きを読む
保護中: シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌69: Tanka for Sonnet 69
2018-12-25
69
世間こそ 君の美貌(びぼう)を 称賛す
そのこころをば さぐりて汚(けが)す
Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown’d;
But those same tongues, that give thee so thine own,
Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues, the voice of souls, ... → 続きを読む
シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌68: Tanka for Sonnet 68
2018-12-25
68
自然こそ 本当の美を 後の世に
示すためにぞ 彼を生かした
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
In him those holy antique hours are seen,
And him as for a map doth Nature store,
To show false Art what beauty was of yore.
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
Before these bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
... → 続きを読む
シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌67: Tanka for Sonnet 67
2018-12-24
67
その富を 後の世にこそ 示すため
自然の女神 彼を利用す
Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is,
For she hath no exchequer now but his,
And, proud of many, lives upon his gains.
O, him she stores, to show what wealth she had
Ah, wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve,
And lace itself with his society?
And steal... → 続きを読む
シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌66: Tanka for Sonnet 66
2018-12-24
66
名や名誉 力、道徳 皆(みな)いらぬ
むしろ死を望む 気がかりは彼
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold Desert a beggar born,
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold Desert a beggar born,
And needy Nothing trimm’d in jollity,
And purest Faith unhappily forsworn,
And ... → 続きを読む
保護中: シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌65: Tanka for Sonnet 65
2018-12-23
65
彼の美が 時に抗(あらが)う 唯一(ゆいいつ)の
道はこの詩に 記(しる)されること
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O, none, unless this miracle have might,
That in black ink my love may still shine bright
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o’ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action i... → 続きを読む
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