السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته
لو سمحتوا ابغى منكم شرح بالانجليزي لsonnet 17 of willam shakespeare
دورت في النت ومالقيت
جزاكم الله خير الجزاء
VVho will believe my verſe in time to come
If it were fild with your moſt high deſerts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life , and ſhewes not half your parts:
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would ſay this Poet lies,
Such heavenly touches near touch earthly faces.
So ſhould my papers (yellowed with their age)
Be ſcorn'd,like old men of less truth then tongue,
And your true rights be termd a Poets rage,
And ſtretched miter of an Antique ſong.
But were ſome childe of yours aliue that time,
You ſhould liue twiſe in it,and in my rime.