شكسبير وسوناتو الـ 18 ، في زول نصيح يشبه حبيبو بنهار الصيف؟- ترجمات

Quote: Shakespeare Sonnet 71: No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse, When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse; But let your love even with my life decay; Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.

(عدل بواسطة ibrahim fadlalla on 08-23-2011, 02:40 PM)
(عدل بواسطة ibrahim fadlalla on 08-23-2011, 02:57 PM)