Thomas Wyatt

Thomas Wyatt

“Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind…”. 1526 (?)

 

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,

But as for me, alas, I may no more;

The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,

I am of them that furthest come behind.

Yet may I by no means my wearied mind

Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore

Fainting I follow; I leave off therefore,

Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.

Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,

As well as I, may spend his time in vain.

And graven with diamonds in letters plain,

There is written her fair neck round about,

“Noli me tangere, for Caesar’s I am,

And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.”

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vertimas į modernią anglų kalbą

Whoever Longs to Hunt

by Sir Thomas Wyatt

modernized by Michael R. Burch

 

Whoever longs to hunt, I know the deer;

but as for me, alas!, I may no more.

Pursuit of her has left me so bone-sore

I’m one of those who falters, far to the rear.

 

Yet friend, how can I draw my anguished mind

away from the doe? Thus, as she flees before

me, fainting I follow. I must leave off, therefore,

since in a net I seek to hold the wind.

 

Whoever seeks her out, I can relieve of any doubt,

that he, like me, must spend his time in vain.

For graven with diamonds, set in letters plain,

these words appear, her fair neck ringed about:

 

Touch me not, for Caesar’s I am,

And wild to hold, though I seem tame.