My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun;
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 hostess stepped on the ground when she walked.
However, for heaven's sake, I think my love is rare
She covered it up with false comparisons.
My lover doesn't have eyes as bright as the sun.
Translation: Lu
My lover doesn't have eyes as bright as the sun,
It is far away from the red lips of coral;
Her breasts are darker than snow,
She has dark hair on her head.
I have seen red and white roses,
But there is no rose color on her cheeks at all;
If perfume smells good,
But the fragrance in her breath is hard to find.
I like listening to her,
Although far less pleasing to the ear than music:
My lover walks with a normal gait,
I admit that I have never seen a fairy figure.
However, my God, my love is precious,
Although it is difficult to compare with those wonderful metaphors.
I don't know what old Shakespeare thinks, but now, the boys in love have poured out their hearts to their beloved girl: your eyes, mouth, skin and hair are not good, that's not good ... It is conceivable that the girl's high heels may have been thrown away before the last turning point! Of course, unless the young man has a velvety voice like alan rickman and deep and focused eyes like Tony Leung Chiu Wai, he can read anything.
Therefore, "slow down" also has its advantages. At least this poem is sent to the girl as a letter, and its author will not be beaten up immediately. When the girl finishes reading the letter, she may really be able to return it happily. ...