Sonet XXXI (31) Ai inimile toate-ntr-al tu suflet, pe care eu pierdute le-am crezut, domnesc n el iubiri cu dulce sunet i prietenii

ce i tiam n lut. O, cte sfinte lacrime supuse iubirea prea-curcernic mi-a smuls, dau vam pentru-attea viei rpuse ce nluntrul tu poate au curs! Eti cripta-n care dragostea mea zace, trofee strluctie-n ea vzum; mi-a smuls din multele-i iubiri i-n pace, ce-a fost al altora i-al tu acum. n tine-i vd pe toi ce i-am iubit i tu, prin ei, ntreg m-ai dobndit
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead, And there reigns love and all love's loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye As interest of the dead, which now appear But things removed that hidden in thee lie! Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, Who all their parts of me to thee did give; That due of many now is thine alone: Their images I loved I view in thee, And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
You have the love of everyone who used to love me, people who I supposed were dead because I didnt have their love anymore. Love reigns in your heartboth everything belonging to love and all those friends who I thought were dead and buried. How many tears of devoted love have I shed at funerals, in payment to the dead, when now it appears they had only gone to hide in your heart. Youre like a grave where dead lovers come alive again, decorated with mementos of those lost loves who gave you all the love I owed to each of them. All the love I owed to many is now yours alone. I see these lovers in you, and you, who contain everyone I have ever loved or was loved by, have all of me