S.Marshak, Back Translation Of Translated Shakespeare, Son.19 Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Oh Time, let's blunt today the lion's claws,
And pull out the fangs of leopard,
Let all the creatures to the ashes turn,
And phoenix let be fired in his blood.

In winter, summer, autumn and in spring
Change tears to the smile, vice versa,
You may do anything with world and me, -
But only one sin I must ban, though:

The face and cheeks of my friend don't touch,
Don't plough it severely with cutters.
Let perfect features of the beauty such
Will be the model for the other times.

But if you haven't pity to his cheeks,
Then in my verse I shall his beauty keep.