HAPPY PEOPLE 48

SONNET 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark 

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 

Within his bending sickle's compass come: 

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

   If this be error and upon me proved,

   I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 

Amor verdadero

No, no aparta a dos almas amadoras

adverso caso ni cruel porfía:

nunca mengua el amor ni se desvía,

y es uno y sin mudanza a todas horas.

Es fanal que borrascas bramadoras

con inmóviles rayos desafía;

estrella fija que los barcos guía;

mides su altura, mas su esencia ignoras.

Amor no sigue la fugaz corriente

de la edad, que deshace los colores

de los floridos labios y mejillas.

Eres eterno, Amor: si esto desmiente

mi vida, no he sentido tus ardores,

ni supe comprender tus maravillas.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

SONNET 116

PARAPHRASE

	Let me not to the marriage of true minds	Let me not declare any reasons why two
	Admit impediments. Love is not love	True-minded people should not be married. Love is not love
	Which alters when it alteration finds,	Which changes when it finds a change in circumstances,
	Or bends with the remover to remove:	Or bends from its firm stand even when a lover is unfaithful:
	O no! it is an ever-fixed mark	Oh no! it is a lighthouse
	That looks on tempests and is never shaken;	That sees storms but it never shaken;
	It is the star to every wandering bark,	Love is the guiding north star to every lost ship,
	Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.	Whose value cannot be calculated, although its altitude can be measured.
	Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks	Love is not at the mercy of Time, though physical beauty
	Within his bending sickle's compass come:	Comes within the compass of his sickle.
	Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,	Love does not alter with hours and weeks,
	But bears it out even to the edge of doom.	But, rather, it endures until the last day of life.
	If this be error and upon me proved,	If I am proved wrong about these thoughts on love
	I never writ, nor no man ever loved. música:	Then I recant all that I have written, and no man has ever [truly] loved. El Dia Que Me Quieras  Raphael