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Promises that seem to have been wasted so far.

Hunters, hunters, hunters ...

Knowing that everything is long gone and there will be no more miracles.

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewaild guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so; I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.




I confess that two of you and
Although we love being single.
I don't want my every flaw
In your honor I went to as a spot.
Let us love one common thread,
But the bitterness of life is different from us.
It love can't change
But love steals hour after hour.
As a convict, deprived of the rights I
You opened for all to see
And you can not take my bow,
So as not to lay the honour of your print.
Well, let them!.. I love you so much.
What is yours and all I divide your honor!

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authrizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself the corrupting salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than their sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense -
Thy adverse party is thy advocate -
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an ccessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.




My friend, deed your consigned to oblivion!
Rose there's thorns, there is silt in the key
The sun and moon - mist, Eclipse, -
Malicious worm is found in the flower.
All men are sinners, because sin and I
You quickly excusing;
You in favor of harming himself,
I, no matter what you do, all is forgiven.
Your sins, my love meet:
Your opponent, the defender AVAS,
Himself same a counterclaim Vineet
And, armed against himself,
Aspires to be a judge to justify a
All of you, my lovely thief!

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
Th'And moan the expense of many a vanished sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoand moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before:
But if the while I think on thee (dear friend)
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.




When in the silence, in the silent Duma,
I trigger a memory of days gone
Mourn the passing of the pores happy
Still grieving over the shadows dear, -
When vlazhneyut withered eyes,
And, sadly yearning for friends
Hidden death in the gloomy night,
I raise the appearance of them in tears;
Then, the sadness of past sorrow,
I return them my love
As if my tears are they did not know
And waited to be mourned again...
But just remember the you, my dear,
All the past re-covered grave.

When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.




When, persecuted and people, and rock,
One with the other, in desperation wild,
I the wilderness of heaven, disturb vain cry,
Look at the world with fierce eye,
Wanting to be richer in hope,
Beautiful, always among friends
Skillful, not knowing failure,
And I hate everything in my fate, -
I, myself despising myself for it,
Suddenly thought of you in heaven
(Like a lark at dawn from the face
Of the earth) are my national anthem on the eve of Raya...
So, just remembering your love,
I despise the lot of kings.

It's coming closer
The flames are licking my body
Won't you help me?
I feel like I'm slipping away
It's hard to breathе
And my chest is a heaving
Lord have mercy,
I'm burning a hole where I lay
Your kisses lift me higher,
Like a sweet song of a choir.
And you light my morning sky
With burning love,
With burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love.




It's coming -
The flame touches my body.
Help me
I feel that slipping away,
Hard to breathe,
And my chest gets all tight.
Lord, have mercy,
I'm on fire, burning a hole there where you belong.
Your kisses lift me
Like the sweet song of the choir.
You light my morning sky
Ardent love,
Ardent love.
Just a generous share, a generous share of love.