William Shakespeare "Sonnet 60" lyrics

Translation to:esro

Sonnet 60

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that which goes before,In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

Nativity, once in the main of light,Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youthAnd delves the parallels in beauty's brow,Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:

And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

Sonetul 60

Cum valurile înspre ţărm se-mping,Schimbîndu-şi locul val cu val din urmă,Şi orele din noi se tot preling,Minut peste minut se duc, se curmă.

Întîi ni-e naşterea luminător,Apoi matură gloria irumpe;Malefice eclipse ne-mpresor,Şi Timpul, darnic ieri, azi daru-l rumpe.

Cea jună floare Timpul străpungînd,El trage brazde-n faţa cea frumoasă;De al naturii miez mereu flămînd,Nimic nu cruţă crîncena sa coasă.

Dar versul meu i-o face, sper, în ciudăCîntîndu-te, prin ani, în mîna-i crudă.

(1609)

Here one can find the lyrics of the song Sonnet 60 by William Shakespeare. Or Sonnet 60 poem lyrics. William Shakespeare Sonnet 60 text.