William Shakespeare: Sonnet XXXV

(Traducido al Castellano por Santiago Sevilla) No more be grievd at that which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud, Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.

All men make faults, and even I in this, Authorizing thy trespass with compare, Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss, Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense Thy adverse party is thy advocate Andgainst myself a lawful plea commence. Such civil war is in my love and hate, That I an accessary needs must be To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me. XXXV No te agravie, amada, lo que hiciste, Que la rosa, aunque hermosa, espinos tiene, Entre flores, sierpe disfrazada viene, Eclipse a sol y luna en sombras viste, Y al lodo, clara fuente se resiste. Todo pecho, culpas mil contiene. Mi yo, con tu pecar se aviene Y en pintarte inocente insiste. Me corrompo, salvndote yo a ti; Ms te exculpo, que culpas en ti vi.

Tu lascivia encuentro permisible, Tu abogado, defindote impasible; Libran guerra civil mi odio y amor: Tu cmplice yo soy, y encubridor.