Rose, on this terrace fifty years ago,

玫瑰，在这花坛上，五十年以前

When I was in my June, you in your May,

我在我的六月，而你在你五月，

Two words, 'My Rose ,' set all your face aglow,

“我的玫瑰 ”四个字惹你红了脸，

And now that I am white and you are gray,

如今你头发斑白，我鬓发如雪，

That blush of fifty years ago, my dear,

亲爱的，五十年前你的红面庞，

Blooms in the past, but close to me to-day,

像往日的花今天开在我眼前，

As this red rose, which on our terrace here

而这朵红玫瑰，在我们花坛上，

Glows in the blue of fifty miles away.

却像开在五十英里外的蓝天。