| Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this poverful rhyme; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war�s quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. �Gainst death and all oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth: your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out to the ending doom. So, till the judgement that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers� eyes. William Shakespeare Ne yald�zl� h�k�mdar an�tlar�, ne mermer �m�r s�remez benim g��l� �iirim kadar; Seni pasakl� Zaman pis bir mezara g�mer, Ama sat�rlar�mda g�zelli�in ���ldar. Sava�lar tepetaklak devirir heykelleri, ��kertir bo�u�anlar yap� demez sur demez, Ama Mars��n k�l�c�, cengin ate� selleri �iirimde ya�ayan an�n� yok edemez. �l�me ve her �eyi unutturan d��mana Kar�� koyacaks�n sen; yery�z�n� mah�ere Yakla�t�ran �a�lar�n g�z�nde bile sana Bir yer var �vg�m seni ��kartt�k�a g�klere. Dirilip kalk�ncaya kadar mah�er g�n�nde, Ya�ars�n �iirimle sevenlerin g�nl�nde. �eviri: Talat Sait Halman Mars: Roma mitolojisinde Sava� Tanr�s�. |
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