John Dowland - What poore Astronomers are they - текст песни (слова), перевод

What poor astronomers are they 
take women's eyes for stars, 
and set their thoughts in battle 'ray, 
to fight such idle wars, 
when in the end they shall approve 
'tis but a jest drawn out of love. 
And love itself is but a jest, 
devis'd by idle heads, 
to catch young fancies in the nest 
and lay it in fools' beds; 
that, being hatch'd in Beauty's eyes, 
they may be fledg'd ere they be wise. 
But yet it is a sport to see 
how wit will run on wheels, 
while will cannot persuaded be, 
with that which reason feels; 
that women's eyes and stars are odd, 
and Love is but a feigned god. 
But such as will run mad with will, 
I cannot clear their sight, 
but leave them to their study still, 
to look where is no light. 
'Till them too late we make them try, 
they study false astronomy!