Is it thy will thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids¹ to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers² should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenor³ of thy jealousy⁴?
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake;
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
  For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
  From me far off, with others all too near.

你是否故意用影子使我垂垂
欲闭的眼睛睁向厌厌的长夜？
你是否要我辗转反侧不成寐，
用你的影子来玩弄我的视野？
那可是从你那里派来的灵魂
远离了家园，来刺探我的行为，
来找我的荒废和耻辱的时辰，
和执行你的妒忌的职权和范围？
不呀！你的爱，虽多，并不那么大：
是我的爱使我张开我的眼睛，
是我的真情把我的睡眠打垮，
为你的缘故一夜守候到天明！
　　我为你守夜，而你在别处清醒，
　　远远背着我，和别人却太靠近。