Soneto LXXIII

Em mim tu podes ver a quadra fria
Em que as folhas, já poucas ou nenhumas,
Pendem do ramo trêmulo onde havia
Outrora ninhos e gorjeio e plumas.
Em mim contemplas essa luz que apaga
Quando ao poente o dia se faz mudo
E pouco a pouco a negra noite o traga
Gêmea da morte, que cancela tudo.
Em mim tu sentes resplender o fogo
Que ardia sob as cinzas do passado
E num leito de morte expira logo
Do quanto que o nutriu ora esgotado.

Sabê-lo faz teu amor mais forte
Por quem em breve há de levar a morte.

SHAKESPEARE, William. Obra completa. Tradução de Oscar Mendes. Rio de Janeiro: Nova Aguilar, 1995.

Sonnet LXXIII

That time of year thou mayst in me behold,
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day,
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.

This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

SHAKESPEARE, William. The complete works. Edited with a glossary by W.J. Craig. London: Oxford University Press, 1957.

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