Iubita mea ce suge bile prin furtun

Monday, 30 April, Year 4 d.Tr. | Author: Mircea Popescu
    My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Ochii iubitei mele nu sageteaza ca din tun

    Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

Coralu-i rosu si-a ei gura nu-i

    If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

Daca zapada-i alba tenul ei e brun

    If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

Nici par de sirma n-are-n bobina capului.

    I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

Vazut-am roze albe, rosii-or roz,

    But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

D-al ei obraz e mai aproape de moloz

    And in some perfumes is there more delight

Exista chiar parfumuri cu miros mai bun

    Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

Decit ce rigiie dupa un abundent dejun

    I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

Imi place s-o aud vorbind, da' clar sa fie

    That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

Ca muzica oricare duce mai multa melodie

    I grant I never saw a goddess go;

Si chiar de n-am vazut zeite-n drum

    My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.

Gagica mea nici ca pluteste ca un fum

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

Si totusi, Trompizau, ma jur

    As any she belied with false compare.

E tare bine cind i-o bag in cur.

Parerea mea.

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