Sonnet 23. William Shakespeare

              Translation by Irina Zhukova-Kamenskikh
 
 As the role of their fear forget
 Ascended to the stage of the actors,
 As a terrible beast in a frenzy falls,
 Losing strength from his rage,
 So I, fearing recognition, go numb,
 Love breaking the ritual,
 And the power of feeling seems to be waning
 Under the weight of what he didn't say.
 Oh, then let my poems be published
 Tell about what the chest stores,
 Who begs for love and retribution,
 Learns everything about which the tongue is silent.
 Learn to read dumb writing -
 Eyes hears only love one.
 
 
               Sonnet 23
 
               by William Shakespeare
 
      As an unperfect actor on the stage,
    & nbsp; Who with his fear is put aside his part,
      Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
    & nbsp; Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
 
     & nbsp; So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
    & nbsp; The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
    & nbsp; And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
    & nbsp; O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might:
    & nbsp; O let my books be then the eloquence
    & nbsp; And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
    & nbsp; Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
    & nbsp; More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
    & nbsp; O learn to read what silent love hath writ:
      To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.