the sun itself sees not, till heaven clear
Bright Monday morning. Now I realise Monday can be this good when we don't have to work. Ok, I will try to appreciate Monday from now onwards.Was checking one of my old email. Which I have saved a quote found from one of the piece from Shakespeare's work. Isn't it beautiful?
Original text of Sonnet 148
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love's eye is not so true as all men's: no,
How can it? O how can love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my view;
The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.
O cunning love! With tears thou keep'st me blind,
Lest eyes well seeing thy foul faults should find.
Modern Text of Sonnet 148
Oh, me! What kind of eyes has love put into my head
that I don't see anything accurately?
Or if my eyes do see correctly, what's happened to my
judgment to make me wrongly criticize what they see?
If the woman I love to look at is beautiful,
why does the rest of the world say she's not?
If she's not, then a person in love doesn't see as accurately as others.
No—how can a lover see right?
Oh, how can a lover's eye work properly when it's so distressed
by staying awake and crying?
It's no wonder then that I'm wrong about what I see;
the sun itself doesn't see anything until the sky is clear.
Oh, ingenious love, you keep me blind with tears so
I won't discover my lover's foul faults,
as I would if my eyes worked properly.
*taken from http://nfs.sparknotes.com/sonnets/sonnet_148.html
