This sonnet by William Shakespeare describes how time gradually destroys all things through comparisons to the sea wearing away the shore and a scythe cutting down all in its path. The poem acknowledges time will overcome all earthly beauty and accomplishments, yet hopes that through its verses it can praise the subject's worth and find a way to stand against time's destructive hand.

1. ‫ِي‬‫د‬‫اجتها‬ّ‫ي‬ ِ‫ّـعـر‬‫ش‬‫ال‬‫في‬ِ‫ل‬‫مجا‬ِ‫ة‬‫ترجم‬ِ‫ـر‬ْ‫ع‬‫ّـ‬‫ش‬‫الـ‬ِ‫ـر‬ْ‫ع‬‫ّـ‬‫ش‬‫بال‬
‫لــ‬(‫ونيتة‬ُّ‫س‬‫ال‬/‫الغنائية‬‫رقم‬) 60
Sonnet NO. 60
‫للشاعـر‬ّ‫اإلنجليزي‬ّ‫العبقري‬:‫ـم‬َ‫ي‬‫يـلـ‬ِ‫و‬‫شيكـسـبـيـر‬
William Shakespeare
(1582-1616)
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore

2. So do our minutes hasten to their end
Each changing place with that which goes before
In sequent toil all forwards do contend
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ِ‫ـض‬ْ‫ك‬َ‫كـر‬ِ‫ج‬ ْ‫ـو‬َ‫م‬‫الـ‬‫إلـى‬ِ‫شواط‬‫ــ‬‫ئ‬َ‫ء‬‫ـا‬َ‫ب‬‫ـص‬َ‫ح‬
‫أيـام‬‫نا‬ ِ‫مر‬‫ع‬‫ـات‬َ‫ي‬ِ‫د‬‫َـا‬‫ع‬َ‫و‬ْ‫د‬‫َــ‬‫ع‬‫ــل‬ ِّ‫ـج‬َ‫ع‬‫ـتـ‬‫م‬َ‫ء‬‫فـنا‬
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ْ‫ِي‬‫ذ‬‫ـ‬َ‫ه‬‫فـ‬‫ـة‬َ‫ج‬ْ‫ـو‬َ‫م‬‫ــب‬‫ــق‬ْ‫ع‬‫تـ‬‫ـا‬َ‫ه‬‫خـتـ‬‫أ‬َ‫ء‬‫ـا‬َ‫ن‬‫ــ‬ْ‫ع‬َّ‫الـر‬
ُّ‫د‬‫ـ‬‫تك‬‫ـا‬َ‫ي‬‫ـ‬ْ‫ع‬‫ـ‬َ‫س‬ْ‫ـن‬َ‫م‬‫كـ‬‫ـي‬ِ‫ف‬‫ـق‬ْ‫ب‬‫ـ‬َ‫س‬‫وم‬‫ـر‬َ‫ي‬َ‫ء‬‫ـا‬َ‫ه‬‫انـت‬

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Nativity, once in the main of light
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight
And Time, that gave, doth now his gift confound
‫غ‬‫يبز‬‫الوليد‬َ‫غ‬‫و‬‫ـز‬‫ب‬ِ‫س‬ْ‫م‬‫الش‬‫ي‬ِ‫ف‬ِ‫فـق‬‫األ‬
‫حتى‬‫إذا‬‫م‬‫ا‬َ‫ز‬ َ‫او‬َ‫ج‬‫ا‬َ‫ب‬‫ـ‬ ِّ‫ص‬‫ال‬‫ـا‬َ‫ج‬َّ‫تـو‬‫م‬‫َـلى‬‫ع‬ِ‫ش‬ْ‫َـر‬‫ع‬ِ‫ب‬‫الشبا‬
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‫و‬‫د‬ْ‫ع‬َ‫ي‬ِ‫ه‬‫َلي‬‫ع‬‫وف‬‫س‬‫ك‬ِ‫م‬َ‫ر‬َ‫ه‬‫ال‬ِ‫ـق‬ ِ‫اح‬َ‫م‬ِ‫ـق‬َ‫ل‬‫األ‬
‫َذا‬‫ك‬َ‫ه‬‫و‬‫ر‬ْ‫ه‬‫الد‬‫ل‬ِ‫ه‬‫ذ‬‫م‬‫ا‬َ‫م‬‫ل‬‫ك‬ْ‫ت‬َ‫َار‬‫د‬‫اه‬َ‫ح‬َ‫ر‬‫ن‬ْ‫ي‬‫ب‬‫ح‬ْ‫ن‬َ‫م‬ِ‫ب‬‫واستال‬
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Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow
‫ـر‬ْ‫ه‬َّ‫د‬‫فالـ‬‫ب‬ َّ‫ـال‬َ‫س‬‫ـا‬َ‫ن‬‫ــ‬َ‫س‬‫ـ‬ِ‫ل‬‫نا‬ ِ‫ـار‬َ‫م‬ْ‫ع‬َ‫أ‬
‫ـه‬‫ـل‬ْ‫ي‬‫ـ‬ِ‫م‬ْ‫ز‬ِ‫إ‬‫ـم‬ِ‫ئ‬‫دا‬ِ‫ـر‬ْ‫ف‬‫ـ‬َ‫الح‬‫يه‬ِ‫و‬‫والتشـ‬ِ‫ت‬‫ـا‬َ‫ه‬‫ـ‬ْ‫ب‬‫ـ‬َ‫ـج‬ِ‫ل‬ِ‫ل‬‫ا‬َ‫م‬َ‫الج‬
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‫م‬ ْ‫ـو‬‫ه‬َ‫ن‬‫ـب‬َ‫ه‬‫ينـ‬َ‫َر‬‫د‬‫نـ‬َ‫أ‬‫ا‬َ‫م‬‫نا‬ ِ‫ـر‬َ‫ض‬‫ن‬َ‫أ‬‫ب‬
ُّ‫ذ‬‫ـ‬‫يج‬ِ‫ل‬َ‫بمنج‬‫ا‬َ‫ي‬‫ـنـا‬َ‫م‬‫ال‬،‫ا‬َ‫م‬‫ف‬ْ‫ت‬َ‫نج‬‫نه‬ِ‫م‬‫ناق‬ْ‫ع‬َ‫أ‬ِ‫ل‬‫ا‬َ‫ج‬ ِّ‫الر‬
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And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand
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َّ‫ـن‬ِ‫لك‬‫ي‬ ِ‫ـر‬ْ‫ع‬ِ‫ش‬‫ـي‬ ِ‫َص‬‫ع‬‫ى‬َ‫ل‬‫ع‬،‫ـى‬َ‫ل‬‫ـ‬ِ‫ب‬‫الـ‬
‫وفي‬ِ‫ه‬‫ـ‬ْ‫ج‬َ‫و‬ِ‫الزمان‬َ‫ف‬ْ‫و‬َ‫ـ‬‫س‬‫ـد‬‫ْم‬‫ص‬َ‫ي‬
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ْ‫وإن‬‫تـك‬‫ـد‬َ‫ي‬ِ‫ان‬َ‫م‬َّ‫الز‬‫ة‬َ‫م‬‫ـو‬‫ش‬َ‫غ‬‫ش‬ِ‫تبط‬
َ‫ف‬ْ‫فلسو‬‫ى‬َ‫ق‬‫يب‬‫ك‬ ِ‫ـآثر‬َ‫م‬‫ـ‬ِ‫ل‬‫َّاحا‬‫د‬َ‫م‬‫ِد‬ّ‫د‬‫ـ‬َ‫ع‬‫ـ‬‫ي‬
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