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 damask'd 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 belled with false compare 

V očeh preljube sonce ne blesti

Na ustnah ni koralne rdečine

Beline snežne v njenih nedrih ni

In kodri so predivaste črnine

Sem videl cvetke bele in rdeče

Na njenih licih take ne cvetijo

In so vonjave slastne in dehteče

Od moje ljube take ne dehtijo

Jo rad poslušam pa čeprav je znano

Da glasba za uho je bolj prijetna

Korak boginj poznati mi ni dano

A njena trda hoja ni prevzetna

       Prisegam – ljuba moja očarljiva

       Je - in z nezvestimi ni primerljiva

iz šolskih zvezkov, 3. gimnazija, 1961/62 

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