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。