Li Long Fu

Az ezüst fácán nyújtottan, búsan
Kiáltott messze felettünk.
Fuvolámon játszottam valamit...
Nem volt vidám dal... Elakadt az is.

Súlyos szomorúság terült a világra;
Bár nem tudtuk nevén nevezni. -
Szemünkbe sajgón gyűltek a könnyek,
Az élet, mint álom feküdt meg bennünk.

Nehéz volt szívünk, mint a virágoké körül.
- Lecsüggesztetted két karod,
Szemembe néztél és szóltál fáradtan:
"Maradj csendben! Majd elvonul!..."

Beatles

I once had a girl,
Or should I say
She once had me.
She showed me her room,
Isn’t it good?
Norwegian wood.

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn’t a chair.

I sat on a rug
Biding my time,
Drinking her wine.
We talked until two,
And then she said,
‘It’s time for bed’.

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh,
I told her I didn’t, and crawled off to sleep in the bath.

And when I awoke
I was alone,
This bird has flown,
So I lit a fire,
Isn’t it good?
Norwegian wood.

William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.