Любовь - недуг. Моя душа больна
Томительной, неутолимой жаждой.
Того же яда требует она,
Который отравил ее однажды.
Мой разум-врач любовь мою лечил.
Она отвергла травы и коренья,
И бедный лекарь выбился из сил
И нас покинул, потеряв терпенье.
Отныне мой недуг неизлечим.
Душа ни в чем покоя не находит.
Покинутые разумом моим,
И чувства и слова по воле бродят.
И долго мне, лишенному ума,
Казался раем ад, а светом - тьма!
Перевод С.Маршака
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Love is ailment. My soul is sick
Tomitious, unatolya thirst.
The same poison requires,
Who poisoned it once.
My mind-doctor love my love.
She rejected herbs and roots,
And the poor leakage was out of his strength
And we left, losing patience.
From now on, my disease is incurable.
The soul does not find any rest.
Abandoned by reason my
And feelings and words by will roam.
And long for me, deprived of mind,
He seemed to be heard, and the light was dark!
Translation S. Marshak
My Love Is As a Fever, Longing Still
For That Which Longer Nurseth The Disease,
Feeding on That Which Doth Preserve The ILL,
The UNCERTAIN SICKLY APPETITE TO PLEASE.
My Reason, The Physician to My Love,
Angry That His Prescriptions Are Not Kept
HATH LEFT ME, AND I Desperate Now Approve
Desire Is Death, Which Physic Did Except.
Past Cure I Am, Now Reason Is Past Care,
And FRANTIC-MAD with Evermore Unrest;
My Thoughts and My Discourse As Madmen's Are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I Have Sworn Thee Fair and Thought thee Bright
Who ART AS Black As Hell, AS Dark As Night.
