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SONNET XXXI Music by Valentin Dubovskoy lyrics by William Shakespeare Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, which I by lacking have supposed dead, and there reigns love and all love's loving parts, and all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye as interest of the dead, which now appear but things removed that hidden in thee lie! Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, who all their parts of me to thee did give; that due of many now is thine alone: their images I loved I view in thee, and thou, all they, hast all the all of me. |
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XXXI Музыка Валентина Дубовского слова Уильяма Шекспира, перевод Самуила Маршака В твоей груди я слышу все сердца, что я считал сокрытыми в могилах. В чертах прекрасных твоего лица есть отблеск лиц, когдато сердцу милых. Немало я над ними пролил слёз, склоняясь ниц у камня гробового. Но, видно, рок на время их унёс – и вот теперь встречаемся мы снова. В тебе нашли последний свой приют мне близкие и памятные лица, и все тебе с поклоном отдают моей любви растраченной частицы. Всех дорогих в тебе я нахожу и весь тебе – им всем – принадлежу. |
| Thy bo-som is en-dear-ed with all hearts, which I by lack-ing have sup-pos-ed dead, and there reigns love and all love's lov-ing parts, and all those friends which I thought bu-ri-ed. How ma-ny a ho-ly and ob-se-quious tear hath dear re-li-gious love stol'n from mine eye as in-terest of the dead, which now ap-pear but things re-moved that hid-den in thee lie! Thou art the grave where bu-ried love doth live, hung with the tro-phies of my lov-ers gone, who all their parts of me to thee did give; that due of ma-ny now is thine a-lone: their im-ag-es I loved I view in thee, and thou, all they, hast all the all of me. |
53(5)E 17(5)E 47(11)B
28(4)D# 19(7)F# 28(4)D# 9(9)G# 60(12)H 25(1)C 71(11)B |