Sonnet 102
My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear;
That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming,
The owner's tongue doth publish every where.
Our love was new, and then but in the spring,
When I was wont to greet it with my lays;
As Philomel in summer's front doth sing,
And stops his pipe in growth of riper days:
Not that the summer is less pleasant now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night,
But that wild music burthens every bough,
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue:
Because I would not dull you with my song.
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Η αγάπη μου άντρειεψε κι ας δείχνει αδυναμία,
δεν ελιγόστεψε αν λιγότερη φαντάζει·
η αγάπη εμπόριο είν’ αν την πλούσια της αξία
παντού όποιου την έχει η γλώσσα το φωνάζει.
Η αγάπη μας νέα ήταν, ήταν εαρινή,
τότε που με τραγούδια μου τη χαιρετούσα,
καθώς η Φιλομήλα εαρινά λαλεί,
και παύει όταν η ημέρα βάλει θέρου λούσα.
Χαίρεται και το θέρος, μα όταν θρηνωδεί
με τι καημό γλυκό τη νύχτα ημερώνει,
γοητεύει η άγρια μουσική κάθε κλαδί,
μα η γλύκα όταν παραγίνει ξελιγώνει.
Κι εγώ όμοια σαν εκείνη κάποτε σωπαίνω,
δε θέλω με τραγούδια μου να σε πικραίνω.
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Μετάφραση: Βασίλης Ρώτας
The poet continues to excuse his recent silence by saying that it is a sign of his increased love. Even the nightingale's song would become tedious if it were spread throughout the entire summer, when every other common bird was singing. It is noticeable in this sonnet that the imagery almost takes command, and what in the beginning started as praise of the youth becomes a separate delight in the manifestations of early summer, as the days ripen, and birds sing from every tree. Finally the poet puts an end to it all, and insists that silence is best, since the beauty of their love does not need a prattling tongue to enliven it with song.
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