My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
我情人的眼睛一点也不像太阳；
红珊瑚也比她的嘴唇鲜亮：
雪若洁白，她的酥胸就黯淡无光；
发若柔丝，黑发就长在她的头上。
我曾见过花团锦簇的玫瑰,红白相间；
但我不曾见过这样的玫瑰在她的面庞；
有些香水使人流连忘返，
但我美人的气息没有这馥郁芬芳。
我喜欢与她交谈，然而我也知道她的嗓音
远没有音乐那样悦耳动听；
我坦承我不曾见过任何一个天女下凡，
但当我的美人姗姗来迟，我停足而望：
然而，老天在上，我爱乃人间之少有，
比那些东施效颦娇柔造作的欣然自诩。
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