[譯詩]：2014年3月24日

愛侶眸無光，
朱唇淡似黃。
胸前失脂雪，
髮鬢卷絲鋼。
曾記玫瑰色，
難尋她面龐。
薰香沁肺脾，
口氣難遮藏。
喜聽歌聲語，
不若絲笙簧。
猶難移蓮步，
行走如奔忙。
我心獨戚戚，
他花莫比量。
奇緣皆有定，
真愛世無雙。

Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare

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 damasked, 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