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그대의 눈동자를 술잔에 담아(영국민요)/자넷 베이커

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Drink to me only thine eyes

"그대의 눈동자를 술잔에 담아" (잉글랜드민요)

 

 

Janet Baker, Mezzo Soprano

Gerald Moor, Piano

 

 

                                                 나를 위해 마셔주오,그대의 눈으로만
                                                 그러면 나는 내 눈으로 축배를 들겠소.
                                                 입맞춤을 남겨주오. 그 잔속에
                                                 그러면 나는 술을 찾지 않으리니.
                                                 영혼에서 솟어나는 갈증은
                                                 성스런 음료를 요구하지만;
                                                 주피터의 신주(神酒)로 대신한다 할지라도
                                                 그대의 것과는 바꾸지 않으리.

                                                 최근에 나는 당신에게 장미화환을 보냈소.
                                                 사모하는 그대를 위해서라기 보다는
                                                 오히려 거기에선 장미가 시들지 않으리란
                                                 희망을 가지고.
                                                 그러나 그대는 향기만을 맡고
                                                 곧 나에게 되돌려 보냈소.
                                                 그후로 그들은 자라고, 향기를 풍기었소.
                                                 정말이지, 장미의 향기가 아닌 그대의 향기를
  
                                                 Drink to me only with thine eyes
                                                 And I will pledge with mine.
                                                 Or leave a kiss within the cup
                                                 And I'll not ask for wine.
                                                 The thirst that from the soul doth rise 
                                                 Doth ask a drink divine;
                                                 But might I of Jove's nectar sip,
                                                 I would not change for thine.
                                                 I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
                                                 Not so much hon'ring thee
                                                 As giving it a hope that there
                                                 It could not withered be;
                                                 But thou thereon did'st only breathe,
                                                 And sent'st it back to me, 
                                                 Since when it grows and smells, I swear 
                                                 Not of itself, but thee.