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.

我絕不承認兩顆真心的結合

會有任何障礙；愛算不得真愛，

若是一看見人家改變便轉舵，

或者一看見人家轉彎便離開。

哦，決不！愛是亙古長明的塔燈，

它定睛望著風暴卻兀不為動；

愛又是指引迷舟的一顆恒星，

你可量它多高，它所值卻無窮。

愛不受時光的播弄，盡管紅顏

和皓齒難免遭受時光的毒手；

愛并不因瞬息的改變而改變，

它巍然矗立直到末日的盡頭。

　　我這話若說錯，并被證明不確，

　　就算我沒寫詩，也沒人真愛過。