No se llame a mi amor idolatría
Ni se muestre como ídolo a mi amado
Porque todos mis cantos y alabanzas
Consagro siempre al único y al mismo.
Gentil es hoy mi amor, gentil mañana,
Constante en admirables excelencias
Y mis versos, cautivos de constancia,
Expresan con porfía el mismo asunto.
(Gentil, leal y bello) es mi argumento,
(Gentil, leal y bello) si varío,
Pues en tal variación mi ingenio agoto,
Tres temas en un tema que es fecundo,
Tres virtudes que si han vivido aisladas
Nunca antes en uno armonizaron.

Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument,
Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone,
Which three till now, never kept seat in one.