我爱人的眼光并非阳光灿烂，
珊瑚也远比她的双唇红艳。
她的胸脯也说不上雪白光鲜，
满头乌丝，也无法比拟金线。

我见过粉、红、雪白的玫瑰，
却没见一朵在她脸上绽放蓓蕾。
有很多馥郁芬芳的香水，
比我情人的呼吸更令人陶醉。

我虽爱听她娇语呢喃，
却知道，更好听的声音还是丝竹管弦。
我也承认，我情人的举手投足之间，
没一点儿让我想起天仙下凡。

可是老天作证，我觉得我的爱人着实稀罕，
毫不逊色于那些矫饰的红颜。



原文

sonnet 130
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.

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