Я - Гамлет. Холодеет кровь,
Когда плетёт коварство сети,
И в сердце - первая любовь
Жива - к единственной на свете.
Тебя, Офелию мою,
Увёл далёко жизни холод,
И гибну, принц, в родном краю,
Клинком отравленным заколот.
 

Александр Блок, 6 февраля 1914

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I'm Hamlet now. Freezes blood,
When the perfidy waves laces,
While love is first - and lives in heart
For her - the one in times and spaces.
Ophelia, my dear friend,
You got away by cold fierce,
And, Prince, I'm dying in my land,
With poisoned swords in fighting pierced.

Yevgeny Bonver, January 1995 - March 2002

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I'm Hamlet. And my blood runs cold
When treachery is up to scheming;
My only love in the whole wide world.
Is in my heart, among the living.
Ophelia,  the cold of life
Has taken you away, my dear;
The prince of Demark , in a strife,
Hit with a blade, I am dying here.

A.S. Vagapov  

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I'm Hamlet. It makes curdle my blood, 
When treachury is spinning webs, 
And 'tis still living in my heart,    
My first love, which 's the last, perhaps. 
You, my Ofelia, gleamed and 
Has vanished in the freezing world,  
And I, the prince, in fatherland, 
Am dying stabbed by th'poisoned sword. 

VG, 29 марта 2013