Shakespeare Poetry 1.

Original: 

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 wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And some perfumes in there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound:

I grand I never saw a goddess go, -

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

       And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare,

       As any she belived with false compare. 

(prevod-Menart):

Ne,ona nima žametnih oči

In niti kodrov mehkih kakor svila;

Če sneg je bel, ga v njenih nedrih ni;

In usta bi se od koral ločila;

Sem videl rože, bele in rdeče-

Na njenih licih take ne cveto;

In so dišave, mnogo bolj dehteče

Kot vonj, ki veje njeno ga telo;

Njen glas poslušam rad , četudi vem,

Da zvoki strun prijetneje zvene;

Kako boginje hodijo, ne vem,

Ko ona hodi- stopa kot ljudje;

     In vendar se mi zdi bolj očarljiva

     Kot vse, ki pesem jih slavi lažniva.

(iz knjige: William Shakespeare, prevod: Janez Menart, založba mladinska knjiga)

Ona ni nič posebnega, 

lahko bi rekli, da je običajna,

ampak na njej je nekaj takšnega, 

zaradi česar postane za njega posebna.   

(that's love )