Английская поэзия XIV–XX веков в современных русских переводах (билингва)

Green groweth the holly,
So doth the ivy.
Though winter blasts blow never so high,
Green groweth the holly.

As the holly groweth green

And never changeth hue,
So I am, ever hath been,
Unto my lady true.

As the holly groweth green

With ivy all alone
When flowers cannot be seen
And greenwood leaves be gone,

Now unto my lady

Promise to her I make,
From all other only
To her I me betake.

Adieu, mine own lady,

Adieu, my special
Who hath my heart truly
Be sure, and ever shall.

Pastime with good company

Pastime with good company
I love and shall unto I die.
Grudge whoso will, but none deny,
So God be pleased, this live will I.
For my pastance
Hunt, sing, and dance.
My heart is set
All godely sport
To my comfort.
Who shall me let?

Youth will have needs daliance,

Of good or ill some pastance.
Company me thinketh then best
All thoftes and fantasies to digest.
For idleness
Is chief mistress
Of vices all.
Than who can say
But “pass the day”
Is best of all?

Company with honesty

Is virtue, and vice to flee.
Company is good or ill
But every man hath his free will.
The best ensue,
The worst eschew,
My mind shall be.
Virtue to use,
Vice to refuse,
I shall use me.

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Though some saith that youth ruleth me,
I trust in age to tarry.
God and my right and my duty,
From them I shall never vary,
Though some say that youth ruleth me.

I pray you all that aged be,

How well did ye your youth carry?
I think some worse, of each degree:
Therein a wager lay dare I,
Though some saith that youth ruleth me.

Pastimes of youth sometime among,

None can say but necessary.
I hurt no man, I do no wrong,
I love true where I did marry,
Though some saith that youth ruleth me.

Then soon discuss that hence we must.

Pray we to God and Saint Mary
That all amend, and here an end,
Thus saith the king, the eighth Harry,
Though some saith that youth ruleth me.

Генрих VIII (1491–1547)

Зеленеет остролист

Остролист зеленеет
Круглый год.
Пусть ярится зима, круглый год напролет
Остролист зеленеет.

Зелен всегда остролист,

Что летом, что зимой.
Так и я, сердцем чист,
Верен тебе одной.

Остролист зелен всегда,

Цвета он не меняет
Даже в зимние холода,
Когда все увядает.

Так и чувства мои

Всегда неизменны,
И к своей любви
Ворочусь непременно.

Прощай же, любовь моя,

Прощайся со мною
И верь: где бы ни был я,
Сердце мое с тобою.

Перевод А. Петровой

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