A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted	A woman's face, colored by Nature's own hand
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;	Have you, the master/mistress of my desire;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted	You have a woman's gentle heart, but you are not prone
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion;	To fickle change, as is the way with women;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,	You have eyes brighter than their eyes, and more sincere,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;	Lighting up the very object that they look upon;
A man in hue, all 'hues' in his controlling,	You are a man in shape and form, and all men are in your control,
Much steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.	You catch the attention of men and amaze women's souls [hearts].
And for a woman wert thou first created;	You were originally intended to be a woman;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,	Until Nature, made a mistake in making you,
And by addition me of thee defeated,	And by adding one extra thing [Nature] defeated me,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.	By adding one thing she has prevented me from fully having you,
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,	But since Nature equipped you for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.	Let your body be their treasure, and let me have your love.