My spring-like smile I will thee provide

A/N: Pro zájemce anglicky hovořící či jinak postižené Shakespearem uvádím i svůj soukromý překlad. Jsou tam chyby a jsou tam naschvál, protože z toho se sto slov taky skoro nedalo udělat. Enjoy!
Třeba to může být věnované Solastovi, když se mu to třeba bude líbit a když mi to třeba potom zarecituje ;)
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Dew-sprinkled meadow, bursting out with blooms,
colourful flowers, sweetest anemones,
She’s jumping, laughing, bewildered with swoons,
her ankles milk-white, white as purest bones.
Fairy-like princess. Black dress on her waist,
golden locks flowing – rays of morning sun.
Shamrocks smile at her – she fulfils their taste,
her eyen bluish like a breaking down.
Oh, the last primrose! Yellowish ripen wheat!
Suiting my wreath well. Beautiful it be!
Hurrying, picks it. Don’t stamp with your small feet!
Such pretty morning! Praise now must I thee!
Little prince Hamlet! Luck is on my side!
With the wreath of mine I will him provide!