145 сонет Шекспира

Любви творение - уста
"Я ненавижу", - изрекли.
Увы, мы разошлись, мечта,
С тобой как в море корабли.
Она, поняв  мою тоску,
На милость поменяла гнев,
Сурово злому языку,
Как прежде, кротким стать велев.
И добрых чувств погожий день,
Сменив эмоций тёмных ночь,
Рассеял неприязни тень,
И злобы дух умчался прочь.
  Она, мне жизнь не погубя,
  Прибавила:"Но не тебя."


    Оригинал
Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breath'd forth the sound that said "I hate,"
To me that languish'd for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet;
"I hate" she alter'd with an end,
That follow'd it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who, like a fiend,
From heaven to hell is flown away;
  "I hate" from hate away she threw,
  And sav'd my life, saying "not you."