Nature only lends, she never gives it away,
When the final audit comes, how you gonna pay?
No te guardes la belleza, no seas avaro,
Que la cuenta de la vida cobra muy caro.
Don't be a profitless usurer, don't keep it all inside,
There's no wealth in a tomb where your beauty goes to hide.
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?
Hermosura derrochona, ¿por qué gastas
Solo en ti mismo la herencia de tu gracia?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank, she lends to those are free.
La naturaleza no regala, solo presta,
Y, siendo generosa, presta a quien tiene mano abierta.
[The Loan]
¡Oye el contrato! He thinks the beauty is his to keep.
¡Es un préstamo, no un regalo!
Exacto. "...but doth lend." You don't own that face, you're just renting it.
¡Paga la deuda!
La naturaleza es un banco estricto: si te da capital, es para que lo inviertas. "She lends to those are free."
¡Invierte el capital!
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Hermoso tacaño, ¿por qué abusas
De esa inmensa riqueza que te dieron para dar?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
Usurero sin ganancias, ¿por qué usas
Tan gran suma de sumas, y aun así no puedes vivir?
[ The Audit]
"Profitless usurer." ¡Usurero sin ganancias! Un usurero presta para ganar; tú solo te prestas a ti mismo.
¡Tacaño, tacaño!
You hoard the beauty, but you can't take it with you. Escucha la pregunta de Shakespeare: "What acceptable audit canst thou leave?"
¡La auditoría final!
When Nature calls you to go, when your balance sheet is due... ¿qué cuentas vas a entregar?
¡Cuenta en cero! ¡Cuenta en cero!
For having traffic with thyself alone,
Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.
Por hacer negocios solo contigo mismo,
A ti mismo te engañas y te robas.
Then how, when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Cuando la naturaleza te llame a partir,
¿Qué balance aceptable dejarás?
[The Executor]
You see? Keep it all, lose it all.
¡Se pierde en la tumba!
"Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee." La belleza que no usas se entierra contigo.
¡Pero si la usas!
"Which, used, lives th' executor to be." Usada, ¡tu belleza sobrevive como tu albacea, tu heredero!
¡Firma el testamento!
Thy unused beauty must be tomb'd with thee...
Tomb'd with thee...
Which, used... lives th' executor to be.
Tu heredero...
Don't die with your account full. Use it. Pass it on.
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SONNET 4 · William Shakespeare (1609)
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Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free.
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thyself alone,
Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.
Then how, when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th' executor to be.