歌词与中文翻译
Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
我眼睛扮作画家，把你的肖像
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
描画在我的心板上，我的躯体
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
就是那嵌着你的姣颜的镜框，
And perspective it is the painter's art.
而画家的无上的法宝是透视。
For through the painter must you see his skill,
你要透过画家的巧妙去发见
To find where your true image pictured lies;
那珍藏你的奕奕真容的地方；
Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
它长挂在我胸内的画室中间，
That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.
你的眼睛是那画室的玻璃窗。
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
试看眼睛多么会帮眼睛的忙：
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
我的眼睛画你的像，你的却是
Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
开向我胸中的窗，从那里太阳
Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
也乐于去偷看那藏在里面的你。
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art;
可是眼睛的艺术终欠这高明：
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.
能画外表，却难画心之所藏。