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シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌137: Tanka for Sonnet 137
2019-01-10
137
おお愛よ 何をしたのだ この目にぞ
きたなきものを 美と写し出し
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold, and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is ta... → 続きを読む
保護中: シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌136: Tanka for Sonnet 136
2019-01-10
136
あまたある 君のこころの 宝石の
ひとつにしてよ このこころこそ
Will will fulfil the treasure of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lovest me, for my name is Will.
If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will,
And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there;
Thus far for love my love-s... → 続きを読む
保護中: シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌135: Tanka for Sonnet 135
2019-01-10
135
豊かなる おまえの意志に わが心
加えてくれよ 海のごとくに
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
So thou, being rich in Will, add to thy Will
One will of mine, to make thy large Will more, the sea.
Think all but one, and me in that one Will.
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
And Will to boot, and Will in overplus;
More than enough am I that vex thee still,
To thy sweet will making additi... → 続きを読む
シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌134: Tanka for Sonnet 134
2019-01-10
134
おまえこそ いと貪欲な 高利貸し
彼とわたしを 差し押さえして
So, now I have confest that he is thine,
And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,
Thou usurer, that putt’st forth all to use.
And sue a friend came debtor for my sake.
So, now I have confest that he is thine,
And I myself am mortgaged to thy will,
Myself I’ll forfeit, so that other mine
Thou wilt restore, to be my comfort still:
But thou wilt ... → 続きを読む
保護中: シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌133: Tanka for Sonnet 133
2019-01-09
133
咎(とが)よあれ お前のこころ 残忍な
われに拷問 彼を奴隷に
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan.
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
Is’t not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet’st friend must be?
Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
Is’t not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet’s... → 続きを読む
シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌132: Tanka for Sonnet 132
2019-01-09
132
君の黒 おれを哀れむ さげずんで
それでも言おう 黒こそ美なり
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Thy black pitying me with disdain.
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Then well I swear Beauty herself is black.
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And tru... → 続きを読む
シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌131: Tanka for Sonnet 131
2019-01-09
131
その黒が わが心には 美しい
残酷なのは その行為のみ
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
Thy black is fairest in my judgement’s place.
In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds.
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know’st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most pre... → 続きを読む
保護中: シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌130: Tanka for Sonnet 130
2019-01-09
130
薄黒き 肌といわれる おまえだが
どのおんなにも ひけはとらぬぞ
When snow be white, why then her breasts are dun.
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
And yet, be heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black w... → 続きを読む
保護中: シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌129: Tanka for Sonnet 129
2019-01-09
129
淫欲の 前とさ中の 快楽も
行為のあとは 哀(かな)しみのこり
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murd’rous, bloody, full of blame,
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured, murd’rous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trus... → 続きを読む
シェイクスピア・ソネット鑑賞短歌128: Tanka for Sonnet 128
2019-01-09
128
音楽よ その美しき 唇を
われに与えよ ピアノにでなく
How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
Those dancing chips, O’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st
The wiry conc... → 続きを読む
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