Shakespeare's Sonnets Translation Sonnet 150
O from what pow'r hast thou this pow'rful might, With insufficiency my heart to sway, To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantise of skill That in my mind thy worst all best exceeds? Who taught thee how to make me love thee more, The more I hear and see just cause of hate? O, though I love what others do abhor, With others thou shouldst not abhor my state. If thy unworthiness raised love in me, More worthy I to be beloved of thee.
Oh, from what power do you get this powerful might,
Which controls my heart with insufficiency,
To make me deny what I truly see,
And swear that brightness does not beautify the day?
From where do you get this power to make ugly things beautiful,
That in the least noble of your actions
There is such strength and guarantee of skill
That, in my mind, your worst is better than the best of anything else?
Who taught you how to make me love you more,
The more I hear and see reasons to hate you?
Oh, although I love what others hate,
You should not abhor my love with others.
If your unworthiness provoked love in me,
I am even more worthy of your love.