Çeviri Şiir:Andrew Marwell / Nazlı Sevgi ...

Yukardaki Şiirin özgün İngilizcesi: TO HIS COY MISTRESS Had we but World enough, and Time, T'his coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down. and think which way To walk, and pass our long Loves Day. Thou by the lndian Ganges side Should’st Rubies find: I by the Tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood: And you should if you please refuse Till the Conversion of the Jews. My vegetable Love should grow Faster then Empires, and more slow. A hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thv Forehead Gaze. Two hundred to adore each Breast: But thirty thousand to the rest. An Age at least to every part, And the last Age should show your Heart. For Lady you deserve this State; Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I alwaies hear Times winged Charriot hurrying near: And yonder all hefore us lye Deserts of vast Eternity. Thy Beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble Vault, shall sound My ecchoing Song: then worms shall try That long preserv'd Virginity: And your quaint Honour turn to dust; And into ashes; all my Lust. The Grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hew Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing Soul transpires At every pore with instant Fires, Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our Time devour. Than languish in his slow chapt pow'r, L.et us roll all our Strength and all Our sweetness, up into one Ball: And tear our Pleasures with rough strife, Through the Iron gates of Life. Thus, though we cannot make our Sun Stand still, yet we wıll make him run. ...................................Andrew Marwell (1621-1678)