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LittleStar
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Včerajšnji sedmi pečat
WIT z Emmo Thompson
John Donne
72. "Death be not proud, though some have called thee"
DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, 5
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, 10
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
translated into Slovenian by
Karel RAKOVEC (1917-1988)
Ne bodi ošabna, smrt, čeprav se pravi,
da si mogočna in strašna. Saj ni res,
ker kogar misliš je podrl tvoj rez,
živi, uboga smrt. In glavo stavim!
Mir, sen, pokoj, ki so le tvoje slike,
rode ugodje, torej ti tem bolj.
Najboljši prvi odidejo s teboj,
kosti k počitku, duša med svetnike.
Usodi, kralju, obupancu hlapčuješ,
pajdaši so ti kuga, vojska, strup.
Kot ti uspava mak in bolje, vkljub
vsem tvojim kosam. Kaj se napihuješ?
Po kratkem snu se večnost bo odprla
in smrti ne bo več, smrt, ti boš umrla!
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