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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,
我的爱人的眼睛一点不像太阳，
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
珊瑚比她的嘴唇还要红得多，
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
雪若算白，她的胸就暗褐无光
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
发若是铁丝，她头上铁丝婆娑，
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
我见过红白的玫瑰，轻纱一般，
but no such roses see I in her cheeks;
她颊上却找不到这样的玫瑰；
and in some perfumes is there more delight,
有许多芳香非常逗引人喜欢，
than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
我的爱人的呼吸并没有这香味。
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound:
我爱听她谈话，可是我很清楚音乐的悦耳远胜于她的嗓子，
I grant i never saw a goddess go,
我承认从没有见过女神走路，
my mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
我的爱人走路时候却脚踏实地，
and yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare.
可是，我敢指天发誓，我的爱侣胜似任何被捧作天仙的美女。
