Î, ðîçû öâåò,
Òû òîé, ÷òî äóøó èçâåëà,
Íåñè ïðèâåò.
Íàïîìíè, ÷òî îíà ìèëà,
Êàê ðîçà, ïûøíî ðàñöâåëà.
Ñêàæè åé òû,
Òîé, ÷òî ñòåñíÿåòñÿ ëþäåé,
×òî êðàñîòû
Íå îöåíèëè á è òâîåé
Ñðåäü äèêèõ ãîð, ïóñòûõ ñòåïåé.
Òàê ùåäðîé áûòü
Òû ïîïðîñè åå, öâåòîê,
È ïðèõîäèòú,
×òîá ëþáîâàòúñÿ åþ ìîã,
×òîá ó åå ñêëîíèëñÿ íîã.
Ïîòîì óâÿíü,
×òîá ñðàçó âñïîìíèëà îíà,
×òî áëèçêî ãðàíü,
×òî áûñòðî êîí÷èòñÿ âåñíà,
È ïðîáóäèëàñü îòî ñíà
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E. Waller (1645)
GO, lovely Rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her that's young
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired:
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.
Then die! that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee:
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!