Sa tula ko’y sino ang maniniwala pagdating ng araw
ni William Shakespeare (Soneto 17)
Malayang salin ni Gregorio V. Bituin Jr.
18 pantig bawat taludtod
Sa tula ko’y / ang maniniwala / pagdating ng araw
Kung ito’y naglaman / ng sukdulang tayog / mong mga disyerto?
Gayunman ay alam / ng langit na iyon / ay isang libingan
Buhay mo’y kinubli’t / anumang bahagi / mo’y di pinakita.
Kung ganda ng iyong / mga mata’y akin / lang maisusulat
Sa sariwang bilang / ay bibilangin ko / ang lahat mong grasya,
Panahong daratal / ay magturing: ‘Yaring / makata’y humilig:
Haplos na panlangit / ay di hihipo ng / makamundong mukha.’
Tulad din ng papel / kong nanilaw na sa / kanilang pagtanda
Hahamaking tulad / ng gurang na walang / saysay kundi dila
Ang karapatan mong / sadya’y naturingang / poot ng makata
At pinag-unat na / sukatan ng isang / awitin nang luma:
Subalit ikaw ba’y / may anak nang buháy / nang panahong yaon,
Dapat kang mabúhay / ng dalawang ulit / doo’t sa’king tugma.
Who will believe my verse in time to come
By William Shakespeare (Sonnet 17)
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies:
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers yellow'd with their age
Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.
