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Converting
Sonnet 18 (Shakespeare)
Into
Too many languages
And then back again
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Original sonnet

𓂀 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕪?
𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖:
ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕒𝕪,
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖;
𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕪𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤,
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕞𝕞'𝕕;
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤,
𝔹𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕞'𝕕;
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕕𝕖,
ℕ𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕨’𝕤𝕥;
ℕ𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣’𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕖,
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨’𝕤𝕥:
𝕊𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕖,
𝕊𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕖. 𓂀

Google-translated

꧁༒☬𝓒𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻?
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼,
𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽.
𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓽, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮,
𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓵;
𝓡𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓿𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓮𝓼,
𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓼;
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓽𝓱,
𝓓𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻;
𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀,
𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂
𝓐𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓮,
𝓘𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓽𝔂.☬༒꧂

The sun
Hides behind
Cotton covers,
Golden glory
Playing hide-and-seek
With hope.

Thunderstorms
Shriek their rage
A thousand insecurities
Singing softly in lightning
A thousand screams
Blooming in thunder.

Gentle snow
Drips from the sky,
Proudly singing
Their own lullabies,
Dancing an imperfect dance,
A grand procession
Into this
Grey world.

Forgotten novels
Sit idly on window displays
Of an antique book store,
Re-reading their own story,
Embracing the dust,
Patience stirring in their pages.

People rush past this day
Muffled in overcoats,
Shawls draped around their necks,
Cold hands digging inside their pockets,
Restless hearts knocking on their rib cages.

A girl trudges on the sidewalk,
Snow cracklings under her feet
Her black hair tucked neatly behind her ears
Her eyes staring from behind
Blue-framed spectacles.

She glances at her side
Stopping momentarily,
Her eyes lighting up in recognition
As another girl bumps into her

She gives a small smile,
Apologising quietly,
Introducing herself as Aiylin.

Her eyes stare coldly
At the girl she’d bumped into,
Curled blonde hair,
Vibrant-coloured overcoats
Pink-painted nails
~the latest fashion diva




The girl nods her head,
Returning the cold smile,
Introducing herself as Willow,
And taking in Aiylin’s appearance


They both bid each other goodbye,
Smiles frozen on their cheeks,
Watching the world
Repeat the same thing they did

Learning silently

The art of hypocrisy

.

Google-translated

꧁༒☬𝓒𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻?
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼,
𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽.
𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓽, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮,
𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓾𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓵;
𝓡𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓿𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓮𝓼,
𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓼;
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓽𝓱,
𝓓𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻;
𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀,
𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂
𝓐𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓮,
𝓘𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓽𝔂.☬༒꧂

@rida That's actually amazing🤠👀

Why thank you, @bookishcabin