ترجمة سونيتة شكسبير رقم 18

عوني الخطيب



Shall I compare thee

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day

Thou art more lovely and more temperate

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

And summer's lease hath all too short a date

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines

And often is his gold complexion dimmed

And every fair from fair sometimes declines
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