Ben Jonson (Áåí Äæîíñîí)

To John Donne

Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse
Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse;
Whose every work of thy most early wit
Came forth example, and remains so yet;
Longer a-knowing than most wits do live;
And which no affection praise enough can give!
To it, thy language, letters, arts, best life,
Which might with half mankind maintain a strife.
All which I meant to praise, and yet I would;
But leave, because I cannot as I should! 

Äæîíó Äîííó

Äîíí! Ïîëþáèâ òåáÿ, è Ôåá è ìóçû
Ðàñòîðãëè ñ ïðî÷èìè ñâîè ñîþçû.
Ïëîä ìîëîäîãî òâîåãî òðóäà
Ñòàë îáðàçöîì è áóäåò èì âñåãäà.
Òâîèì ñòèõàì ïðåêðàñíûì íåò ÷èñëà,
Äëÿ íèõ ìàëà ëþáàÿ ïîõâàëà!
ßçûê òâîé è èñêóññòâî, áåç ñîìíåíüÿ,
Ñ ëþáûì òâîðåíüåì âûäåðæàò ñðàâíåíüå.
Òåáÿ ÿ âîñõâàëÿòü è âïðåäü ãîòîâ,
Íî â ìèðå íåò òåáÿ äîñòîéíûõ ñëîâ!

Ïåðåâîä Â. Â. Ëóíèíà

1. Porth Ceiriad Bay
2. On A Robbery
3. To Censorious Courtling
4. The Noble Balm
5. So Breaks The Sun

Ðàñïå÷àòàòü ñòèõîòâîðåíèå (Poem to print)

Êîëè÷åñòâî îáðàùåíèé ê ñòèõîòâîðåíèþ: 1933

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