142. Szonett

Szerelmem bűn – erényed gyűlölet, mely drága, csak bűnömet utálja… Érzéseink, ó ha, összeveted, Rájössz, nem érdemelt – rosszallása. Vagy, ha mégis, nem a te ajkadról, mely meggyalázta skarlát díszeit, azzal, hogy pecsétet csent csókokból, míg szedtem ágyak, jövedelmeit… Tegyük hát szerelmünk törvényesen, hisz szemed hódít, enyém esdekel, Irgalom gyökerezzen szívedben, mely ugyanúgy megszánást érdemel. Ha keresed, mit rejtegetsz magad, kit szeretsz, tán pont ezért - megtagad... You can see, here my translation, what is the difference compared to the original work: My love is sin – your virtue hatred, which, though precious, only hates my sin… Our feelings, oh, if you compare them, you’ll realize it did not deserve – your disapproval. Or, if it did, not from your lips, which desecrated their scarlet ornaments, by stealing seal from kisses, while I was picking beds’ revenues… So let us make our love lawful, for your eyes conquer, mine beg, Let mercy take root in your heart, which just as much deserves compassion. If you search what you hide yourself, whom you love – perhaps for this very reason – you deny… The original: CXLII. Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving: O, but with mine compare thou thine own state, And thou shalt find it merits not reproving; Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine, That have profaned their scarlet ornaments And seal’d false bonds of love as oft as mine, Robb’d others’ beds’ revenues of their rents. Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lovest those Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee: Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows Thy pity may deserve to pitied be. If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied!