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     മാന്യന്‍റെ അവസാനസന്ദര്‍ശനം

William Shakespear’s

 

The Tempest – Act iv. Sc. 1.

 Prospero. YOU do look, my son, in a mov’d sort
As if you were dismay’d: be cheerful, sir:
Our revels now are ended: these our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind: We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

 

ഷേക്സ്പിയറുടെ  “ ദി ടെംപസ്റ്റി ” ല്‍  നിന്നു പ്രചോദനം ഉള്‍ക്കൊണ്ട

 

ജിയോവഹ്‌നി പാപ്പിനിയുടെ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                   രോഗഗ്രസ്തനായ

   മാന്യന്‍റെ അവസാനസന്ദര്‍ശനം

 “ I am but a figure in a dream. In me, Shakespeare’s image has become literally and tragically exact: I am such stuff as dreams are made on! I exist because someone is dreaming of me, someone who is now asleep and dreaming and sees me act and live and move, and in this very moment is dreaming that I am saying these words.”

 

 ഭാഷാന്തരം : ബാബുരാജ്.റ്റി.വി

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