William Shakespeare - The Sonnets (116) 汉译

Let me not to the marriage of true mindes

Admit impediments, love is not love

Which alters when it alteration findes,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no, it is an ever fixed marke

That lookes on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering barke,

Whose worth’s unknowne, although his height be taken.

Love’s not Time’s foole, though rosie lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle’s compasse come,

Love alters not with his breefe houres and weekes,

But beares it out even to the edge of doome:

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ,, nor no man ever loved.