请说了一遍，再向我说一遍，
Say over again, and yet once over again,
说“我爱你！”即使那样一遍遍重复，
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
你会把它看成一支“布谷鸟的歌曲”；
Should seem `a cuckoo-song,' as thou dost treat it.
可是记着，在那青山和绿林间，
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
那山谷和田野中，纵使清新的春天
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
披着全身绿装降临、也不算完美无缺，
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
要是她缺少了那串布谷鸟的音节。
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
爱，四周那么黑暗，耳边只听见
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
惊悸的心声，处于那痛苦的不安中，
Cry, ... `Speak once more ... thou lovest!' Who can fear
我嚷道：“再说一遍：我爱你！”谁嫌
Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll, --
太多的星，即使每颗都在太空转动；
Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?
太多的花，即使每朵洋溢着春意？
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me -- toll
说你爱我，你爱我，一声声敲着银钟！
The silver iterance! -- only minding, Dear,
只是记住，还得用灵魂爱我，在默默里。
To love me also in silence with thy soul.