O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem d my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reign d
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain d,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good.
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose. in it thou art my all.
哦,千万别埋怨我改变过心肠,
别离虽似乎减低了我的热情。
正如我抛不开自己远走他方,
我也一刻离不开你,我的灵魂。
你是我的爱的家:我虽曾流浪,
现在已经像远行的游子归来;
并准时到家,没有跟时光改样,
而且把洗涤我污点的水带来。
哦,请千万别相信(尽管我难免
和别人一样经不起各种试诱)
我的天性会那么荒唐和鄙贱
竟抛弃你这至宝去追求乌有;
这无垠的宇宙对我都是虚幻;
你才是,我的玫瑰,我全部财产。