Poesias
Poesias si de ellos no te place ser culpable;
al traicionarme tú, traiciono yo
a mi alma con mi cuerpo traicionero,
que aprueba que este triunfe en el amor.
La carne, sin dudarlo ni un momento,
se yergue ante tu nombre, satisfecha
del premio de su triunfo. Y, orgullosa,
está dispuesta a ser la pobre bestia
que cumple, lo da todo, va y se postra.
No falto a mi conciencia si la llamo
amor, pues por su amor asciendo y caigo.
CLII
In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing:
In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn
In vowing new hate after new love bearing.
But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee
When I break twenty? I am perjured most,
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,
And all my honest faith in thee is lost.
For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,
Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy,
And to enlighten thee gave eyes to blindness,
Or made them swear against the thing they see.
For I have sworn thee fair–more perjured eye
To swear against the truth so foul a lie.