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Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young and from the intolerant,
Move among the lovers of perfection alone
Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light And take you wounds from it gladly
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Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young and from the intolerant,
Move among the lovers of perfection alone
Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light And take you wounds from it gladly
Идите, песни мои, ищите поклонения у молодых и нетерпеливых
Живите своей жизнью среди поклонников совершенства
Всегда стойте в твердом софокловском свете
И с радостью принимайте от него раны