William Shakespeare Sonnet XXI

Traducido e interpretado por Santiago Sevilla So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirrd by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use, And every fair with his fair doth rehearse; Making a couplement of proud compare, With sun and moon, with earth and seas rich gems,

With Aprils first-born flowers, and all things rare That heavens air in this huge rondure hems. O let me, true in love, but truly write, And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mothers child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixd in heavens air. Let them say more that like of hearsay well: I will not praise that purpose not to sell. XXI No va conmigo, lo que esa musa inventa: Por belleza en un cuadro, fascinada, Celestial, en su verso la ve ornada, Y su hermosura como norma ostenta, A la par que sol y luna la presenta, Es con perlas marinas comparada, Con las flores de Abril equiparada, Y por divina coronarla intenta, En la cumbre del rotundo firmamento. Yo sincero, en vero amor que siento, Como un nio tierno, puro y santo, Aunque no como los astros brille tanto, Dejo le alabe fragua del rumor, Pues yo no vendo el rostro de mi amor.