В злом настроенье у склона присел,
На треснувшей лютне взял он аккорд
И песню, на визг похожую, спел
О даме, чья грубость побила рекорд.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
(1792-1822)
A Hate-Song
A hater he came and sat by a ditch,
And he took an old cracked lute;
And he sang a song which was more of a screech
''Against a woman that was a brute.