Джон Донн - По ком звонит колокол
Нет человека, который был бы как остров, сам по себе,
каждый человек есть часть материка, часть суши;
и если волной снесёт в море береговой утёс,
меньше станет Европа,
и так же, если смоет край мыса или разрушит замок твой или твоего друга ;
смерть каждого человека умаляет и меня, ибо я един со всем человечеством,
а потому не спрашивай, по ком звонит колокол:
он звонит по Тебе
This bell tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die...
All mankind is of one author, and is one volume;
when one man dies, one chapter isn`t torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated.
Some pieces are translated by Age, some by Sickness, some by War, some by Justice;
But God`s hand is in every translations; and his hand shall bind up our scattered leaves again, for that Library where every book shall lie open to one another;
No man is an island, entire of it self; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; any man`s death diminishes
me, because I am involved in mankind;
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
каждый человек есть часть материка, часть суши;
и если волной снесёт в море береговой утёс,
меньше станет Европа,
и так же, если смоет край мыса или разрушит замок твой или твоего друга ;
смерть каждого человека умаляет и меня, ибо я един со всем человечеством,
а потому не спрашивай, по ком звонит колокол:
он звонит по Тебе
This bell tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die...
All mankind is of one author, and is one volume;
when one man dies, one chapter isn`t torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated.
Some pieces are translated by Age, some by Sickness, some by War, some by Justice;
But God`s hand is in every translations; and his hand shall bind up our scattered leaves again, for that Library where every book shall lie open to one another;
No man is an island, entire of it self; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; any man`s death diminishes
me, because I am involved in mankind;
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.