Word for word the translation: The fairest creature, and our desires; May her charm not perish, like a rose may grow. And if, once bloomed, in time she fades away, Only a memory—on a youthful heir. You, only the sight occupies you, Your favor feeds your burning flame. In abundance, you give famine, You are your enemy—your sweet self is your target. Now the world’s fresh ornament, The herald of spring are only you. Your being hidden in your own buds, As a wretched miser, you waste yourself. The world devours what is due to you, Spare it! I swear it to the grave and you. The world devours what is due to you, Spare it! I swear it to the grave and you. 1. Szonett Legszebb teremtmény, s elvárásaink; báj ne vesszen el, mint rózsa nőjön. S ha kinyílt, idővel Elenyészik, emlék csak - egy ifjú örökösön. Téged, csak a látvány foglalkoztat, kegyed táplálja izzó lángodat a bőségben te éhínséget adsz, ellenség vagy - cél édes önmagad. Most a világ üde ékessége, a kikelet hírnöke csak te vagy. Lényed saját bimbóidba rejtve. Rossz fösvényként elpazarlod magad. Felfalja a világ mi neked jár, Szánd meg! Esküszöm a sírra s terád. Felfalja a világ mi neked jár, Szánd meg! Esküszöm a sírra s terád. original: I. From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed’st thy light’st flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.
