“My uncle matches moral model, -
when deadly ill, learned how to make
his friends respect him, bow and coddle -
of all his ploys, that makes the cake
To others, this might teach a lesson;
but Lord above, I’d feel such stress in
having to sit there night and day,
daring not once to step away.
Plus, I’d say, it’s hypocritical
to keep the half-dead’s spirits bright,
to plump his pillows till they’re right,
fetch his pills with tears veridical -
yet in secret to wish and sigh,
'Hurry, dear Uncle, up and die!”
Да и вообще перевод стихотворений на любой из языков дело мягко говоря спорное. Нужно ли? Можно ли (не с технической точки зрения)?