Ты оступился? Так не ставь в вину –
Колючек розе, роднику – песка.
Закроют тучи солнце и луну,
Червив бутон? Печаль не велика.
Сегодня грешен, завтра сердцем чист,
И, сравнивая эту чистоту,
Безжалостно строкой марая лист,
Уподобляюсь этому листу.
Нет разума, но есть избыток чувств,
Подобно адвокату на суде
Я сам себе в обидчики не тщусь,
С любовью размышляя о беде.
Я твой пособник и оставим спор,
Укравший мое сердце милый вор!
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No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than their sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense -
Thy adverse party is thy advocate -
And \\\\\\\'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an accessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
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Поэзия : Два чоловіки (Two Husbands) - Калінін Микола Це переклад з Роберта У. Сервіса (Robert W. Service)
Unpenitent, I grieve to state,
Two good men stood by heaven's gate,
Saint Peter coming to await.
The stopped the Keeper of the Keys,
Saying: "What suppliants are these,
Who wait me not on bended knees?
"To get my heavenly Okay
A man should have been used to pray,
Or suffered in some grievous way."
"Oh I have suffered," cried the first.
"Of wives I had the wicked worst,
Who made my life a plague accurst.
"Such martyrdom no tongue can tell;
In mercy's name it is not well
To doom me to another hell."
Saint Peter said: "I comprehend;
But tribulations have their end.
The gate is open, - go my friend."
Then said the second: "What of me?
More I deserve to pass than he,
For I've been wedded twice, you see."
Saint Peter looked at him a while,
And then he answered with a smile:
"Your application I will file.
"Yet twice in double yoke you've driven...
Though sinners with our Saints we leaven,
We don't take IMBECILES in heaven."
