Shakespeare

To the dawn's twilight the river's graceful flow is a mirror
To the evening's song the evening's silence is a mirror

To the spring's beautiful cheek flower petal is a mirror
To the lover of wine the cup's cavity is mirror

Beauty is God's mirror and heart is Beauty's mirror
To the human heart the beauty of your marks is a mirror

By your heaven-embracing thought is the perfection of existence
Was your bright nature the aim of existence?

When the eye searching for your sight sought you
It saw the sun veiled in the brightness of the sun

Your existence surely remained veiled from the world's eye
And your eye saw the world completely unveiled

Nature has such a strong desire for guarding secrets
That another confidante like you it will never create!