Malo taj, mislim, pozna zenske grudi
Tko s uzdahom stec' zeli ljubav njenu;
Zar mari ta za srce kog zaludi?
Obaspi hvalom svog idola zjenu;
Ne preponizno, jer ce u tom trenu
Prezret ti trud, cak i tvog stiha car;
Ako si spretan, njeznost skrij; za zenu
Drskost jos uvijek najbolja je stvar:
Ljuti je pa je tjesi, okrunit ces zar.

 

 

Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast,
Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs;
What careth she for hearts when once possessed?
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes,
But not too humbly, or she will despise
Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes;
Disguise e'en tenderness, if thou art wise;
Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes;
Pique her and soothe in turn, soon Passion crowns thy hopes.

George Gordon Lord Byron

(1788 - 1824)

George Gordon Lord Byron

XXXIV      -      ZENA

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