SONNET 30

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.

Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight.

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new-pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.

William Shakespeare: Sonnets (1609)

SONETO 30

Cuando en sesiones dulces y calladas

hago comparecer a los recuerdos,

suspiro por lo mucho que he deseado

y lloro el bello tiempo que he perdido,

la aridez de los ojos se me inunda

por los que envuelve la infinita noche

y renuevo al plañir de mis amores muertos

y gimo por imágenes borradas.

Así, afligido por remotas penas,

puedo de mis dolores ya sufridos

la cuenta rehacer, uno por uno,

y volver a pagar lo ya pagado.

Pero si entonces pienso en ti, mis pérdidas

se compensan, y cede mi amargura.

William Shakespeare: Sonetos (1609)

Traducción de Manuel Mújica Láinez

These our actors,

as I foretold you, were all spirits,

and are melted into air, into thin air.

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

the clowd-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,

the solemn temples, the great globe itself,

yeah, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

and like this unsubstantial pageant faded,

leave not a rack behind.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on,

and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

William Shakespeare: The Tempest (1611)