Coral is far redder than her lips;
If snow is white, why are her breasts dark brown?
If the hair is wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen red and white roses,
But I can't see such roses on her cheeks;
There is more happiness in some perfumes.
It smells worse than my mistress.
I like listening to her, but I know
Music has a more pleasant sound;
I admit that I have never seen the goddess leave;
My mistress, when she walks, steps on the ground:
However, for heaven's sake, I think my love is rare
She covered it up with false comparisons.
My lover's eyes are nothing like the sun;
Red coral is brighter than her lips;
If the snow is white, her breasts are dull;
If her hair is soft, black hair will grow on her head.
I have seen red and white roses;
But I have never seen such roses on her face;
Some perfumes make people linger,
But my beauty's breath is not as rich and fragrant as this.
I like talking to her, but I also know her voice.
Far less beautiful than music;
I admit that I've never seen any heavenly girl come down to earth,
But when my beauty arrived late, I stopped and looked:
However, for God's sake, my love is rare in the world.
More than those who are charming.