El pecado de amarme me enceguece
Y mi alma posee, y cada parte;
Para este pecado no hay remedio,
Con tal fuerza se hincó dentro del pecho.
No hallo rostro grácil como el mío,
Ni formas tan discretas o tan nobles,
Y mis propios elogios me confirman
Que su mérito nadie sobrepuja.
Más cuando el espejo me revela
Mis facciones curtidas y rugosas
El amor por mí truécase en odio:
Amar ese despojo fuera inicuo.
Es a ti (que eres yo) a quien adoro
Pintando en mi vejez tus bellos años.

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.