John Donne: Holy Sonnet XIV

Golpea mi corazón, Dios trinitario,

No sólo llames, soples, brilles, sanes;

Derríbame para ascender y erguirme.

Rompe, pega, quema y hazme hombre nuevo.

Yo, como una ciudad rendida a otro,

Lucho por admitirte mas oh, en vano;

Podría defenderme la razón,

Pero está presa y es débil o falsa.

Tanto yo te amo y quiero que me amen,

Pero estoy prometido a tu enemigo;

Divórciame, desata o rompe el nudo,

Llévame a ti, enciérrame, que yo,

Si no me hechizas nunca seré libre,

Y nunca casto, si tú no me fuerzas.

Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you

As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;

That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend

Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

I, like an usurp'd town to another due,

Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;

Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,

But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.

Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd fain,

But am betroth'd unto your enemy;

Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,

Take me to you, imprison me, for I,

Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,

Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.