S.Marshak, Back Translation Of Translated Shakespeare, Son.35 (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

By Samuil Marshak

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Don't fall in sadness, having catched the fault,
There's no any rose, thorns without.
A pure spring by scattred sand is stirred,
And sun or moon is closed by a cloud.

We all are guilty, I am not less than others
Drop sins in every of these bitter lines,
With nice comparisons I try to just them,
Forgiving lawlessly your heavy vices.

As a defender I'm going to court,
Thus serving to the hostile side,
My love and hatred are in inner war
Inside me, and I'm quiet tired.

Though you had plundered me, my dear thief,
I'm sharing with you verdict and sin.