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 reeks¹.
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 belied² with false compare.

我情妇的眼睛一点不像太阳；
珊瑚比她的嘴唇还要红得多：
雪若算白，她的胸就暗褐无光，
发若是铁丝，她头上铁丝婆娑。
我见过红白的玫瑰，轻纱一般；
她颊上却找不到这样的玫瑰；
有许多芳香非常逗引人喜欢，
我情妇的呼吸并没有这香味。
我爱听她谈话，可是我很清楚
音乐的悦耳远胜于她的嗓子；
我承认从没有见过女神走路，
我情妇走路时候却脚踏实地：
　　可是，我敢指天发誓，我的爱侣
　　胜似任何被捧作天仙的美女。