No leo en las estrellas ciencia oculta
Mas poseo mi propia astrología,
Aunque a nadie las suertes anticipe
Ni plagas o sequías o cosechas.
No adivino destinos minuciosos
Señalando trueno o viento o lluvia,
Ni el azar que a los príncipes aguarda
Vaticino escrutando el firmamento.
Mi sapiencia deriva de tus ojos,
Estrellas fijas donde mi arte lee
Que belleza y verdad medrarán juntas
Si en otro igual a ti las atesoras.
Si no lo haces yo te profetizo
que belleza y verdad se irán contigo.

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet methinks I have Astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.