Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana,
Dengan kata yang tak sempat diucapkan kayu kepada api yang menjadikannya abu
Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana,
Dengan isyarat yang tak sempat disampaikan awan kepada hujan yang menjadikannya tiada

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken
It is the star to every wandering bark
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken
Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
But bears it out even to the edge of doom
If this be error and upon me proved
I never writ, nor no man ever loved