Say over again, and yet once over again,

请说了一遍，再向我说一遍，

That thou dost love me.  Though the word repeated

　说“我爱你！”即使那样一遍遍重复，

Should seem a “cuckoo-song,” as thou dost treat it,

　你会把它看成一支“布谷鸟的歌曲”；

Remember, never to the hill or plain,

可是记着，在那青山和绿林间，

Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain

那山谷和田野中，纵使清新的春天

Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.

　披着全身绿装降临、也不算完美无缺，

Belovëd, I, amid the darkness greeted

　要是她缺少了那串布谷鸟的音节。

By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt’s pain

爱，四周那么黑暗，耳边只听见

Cry, “Speak once more—thou lovest!”  Who can fear

惊悸的心声，处于那痛苦的不安中，

Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll,

　我嚷道：“再说一遍：我爱你！”谁嫌

Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?

太多的星，即使每颗都在太空转动；

Say thou dost love me, love me, love me—toll

　太多的花，即使每朵洋溢着春意？

The silver iterance!—only minding, Dear,

说你爱我，你爱我，一声声敲着银钟！

To love me also in silence with thy soul.

　只是记住，还得用灵魂爱我，在默默里。