“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets its hour upon the stage.
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury.
Signifying nothing.”
Macbeth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quoting the lines sometimes makes us feel the same anguish on the theater of life what the bard felt at the time of writing, or the character felt while delivering the lines on the stage of the theater...the same felt state of anguish where voices turn into noises, where the story-teller is not a sage but an idiot, where life is but a fickle temporary phase we spend on the earth's surface...Shakespeare was not an existentialist, but the lines bear the seeds of it, as the bard was the master of objective portrayal of the state of mind! ! !