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Sonnet 148
Shakespeare's Sonnets Translation Sonnet 149
Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not, When I against myself with thee partake? Do I not think on thee, when I forgot Am of myself, all, tyrant, for thy sake? Who hateth thee that I do call my friend? On whom frown’st thou that I do fawn upon? Nay, if thou lour’st on me, do I not spend Revenge upon myself with present moan? What merit do I in myself respect, That is so proud thy service to despise, When all my best doth worship thy defect, Commanded by the motion of thine eyes? But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind; Those that can see thou lov’st, and I am blind.
Can you, oh cruel one, say that I don't love you,
When I take your side against myself?
Do I not think about you, even when I forget
I have my own interests, all for your sake, you tyrant?
Who hates you that I call my friend?
On whom do you frown that I fawn over?
No, if you frown on me, don't I inflict
Revenge upon myself with a moan?
What quality do I have to call my own,
That is proud enough not to want to serve you,
When all of my best qualities worship your flaws
Commanded by the motion of your eyes?
But, love, keep on hating, for now I know what you think;
You love those who see clearly, and I am blind
