Red Right Hand

[00:01.40] Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

[00:04.39] وليام شيكسبير

[00:09.15] Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

[00:19.14] Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

[00:23.65] Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

[00:26.89] And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

[00:30.40] Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

[00:36.15] And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

[00:38.40] And every fair from fair sometime declines,

[00:41.90] By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;

[00:45.40] But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

[00:53.40] Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

[00:57.65] Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

[01:01.90] When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:

[01:07.65] So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

[01:16.14] So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.