Джонатан Свифт – МЛЕЧНЫЙ ПУТЬ №3, 2016(18) (страница 58)
И лучше вам помнить об этом.
Немало неряшливых, грязных собак,
Капризных, болезненных, нежных,
Сердитых, ворчливых, тупых, как чурбак,
Медлительных и безмятежных.
Но знайте: зачинщиков драк, фордыбак,
При встречах со мною небрежных,
Запомню. Да будь вы последним котом! –
Скажу всем – и Хинам отпетым:
Я – Скотчер-малютка, зовут меня Том,
И лучше вам помнить об этом.
Нам Рим завещал свой девиз cave canem,
С ним Скотчеры жили и живы.
Мы все разъясним, пока в вечность не канем,
Что эти два слова не лживы.
Мы лаем и рыком внушать не устанем –
Всем, будь ты хоть дьявол паршивый!
Будь ты человек, пес, будь даже фантом,
Хоть чертом рогатым красуйся! –
Знай: Скотчер-малютка я, звать меня Том,
И ты В ЭТО ДЕЛО НЕ СУЙСЯ!
THE MARCHING SONG
OF THE POLLICLE DOGS
T. S. Eliot
There are dogs out of every nations,
The Irish, the Welsh and the Dane,
The Russian, the Dutch, the Dalmatian,
And even from China and Spain;
The Poodle, the Pom, the Alsatian
And the mastiff who walks on a chain.
And to those that are frisky and frollical
Let my meaning be perfectly plain:
That my name it is Little Tom Pollical –
And you’d better not do it again.
There are dogs that are sniffy and curious,
There are dogs that are drowsy and dumb;
There are dogs that are sleeky and spurious,
There are dogs that are mimsy and mum.
There are dogs that are frantic and furious –
And I say of such: let ‘em all come.
And to those that are rowdy and rollical
Let my meaning be perfectly plain:
That my name it is Little Tom Pollical –
And you’d better not do it again.
There are dogs that are frowsy and frumpious,
There are dogs that are freaky and frail;
There are dogs that are growly and grumpious,
There are dogs that are puny and pale.
But I say, if you’re surly and scrumpious,
Just you tread on the tip of my tail!
For my meaning is not amphibolical
And I’d like it to be very plain
That my name it is Little Tom Pollicle
And you’d better not do it again.
For my motto is still cave canem –
That’s the cry of the Pollicle Clan,
And our words we’ll not stop to explain ‘em,
But bark ‘em as loud as we can.
For the way to show how you disdain ‘em
Is to bark at dog, devil and man.
And be ye the most diabolical
Of what diabolic may be –
Yet my name it is Little Tom Pollical, 
