Ódiame si quieres, mas ahora,
Cuando el mundo conmigo se encarniza;
Sé el aliado de la fortuna impía,
Mas no sumes tu pérdida a otras penas.
No agregues, cuando yo mi pecho alivie,
Un mal nuevo a los males superados.
No postergues mi ruina, y luego añadas
A una noche inclemente alba lluviosa.
Si has de abandonarme, no lo hagas
Cuando hayan culminado mis zozobras,
Mas ahora, y sufriré primero
El desaire mayor de la fortuna.
Las penas que hoy saben tan amargas
Tras haberte perdido sabrán dulces.

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after-loss:
Ah! do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquered woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might;
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.