Just came across this sonnet 126 by Lope on Twitter, and felt like to translate it. Enjoy! (the Spanish original, I mean :D )
Desmayarse, atreverse, estar furioso, áspero, tierno, liberal, esquivo, alentado, mortal, difunto, vivo, leal, traidor, cobarde y animoso; no hallar fuera del bien centro y reposo, mostrarse alegre, triste, humilde, altivo, enojado, valiente, fugitivo, satisfecho, ofendido, receloso; huir el rostro al claro desengaño, beber veneno por licor süave, olvidar el provecho, amar el daño; creer que un cielo en un infierno cabe, dar la vida y el alma a un desengaño; esto es amor, quien lo probó lo sabe. | To faint, to dare, to be mad, harsh, tender, liberal, aloof, encouraged, mortal, deceased, alive, faithful, traitor, coward and spirited; having without your good no center nor rest, showing yourself gay, sad, humble, haughty, angry, brave, fugitive, satisfied, offended, suspicious; turning the face away from clear disappointment, drinking poison as sweet liquor, forgetting profit, loving harm; believing there's room in hell for heaven, handing over life and soul to disappointment; such is love—he who tried it, knows. |
NOTE: Your original is possible. Here is one more possibility with more rhythm. I increased its alliteration and assonance:
To fall drowsy, to dare, and drift in madness, harsh, yet tender, liberal yet aloof, To feel encouraged, mortal, mourned, or moving, faithful, false, cowardly, yet couth;
To find no rest, no root, no center, To shift from gay to grief then to scorn, To burn in rage, to flee, to falter, To suffer sweetly borne suspicion;
To face away from full disillusion, To drink poison to please the pain, To forfeit gain, to foster harm,
To dream that hell and heaven both reign; To lay down ones life for lingering loss: Such is love—who tries it, carrying its cross.