I never gave a lock of hair away

我从不曾拿我的卷发送给谁，

To a man, Dearest, except this to thee,

　除非是这一束，我最亲爱的，给你；

Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully

　满怀心事，我把它抽开在指尖，

I ring out to the full brown length and say

拉成棕黄色的一长段；我说：“爱，

“Take it.”  My day of youth went yesterday;

收下吧。”我的青春已一去不回， ;

My hair no longer bounds to my foot’s glee,

　这一头散发再也不跟着我脚步一起

Nor plant I it from rose- or myrtle-tree,

　雀跃，也不再象姑娘们，在鬓发间

As girls do, any more: it only may

插满玫瑰和桃金娘，却让它披垂，

Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,

从一个老是歪着的头儿－－由于

Taught drooping from the head that hangs aside

　忧郁的癖性－－披下来遮掩着泪痕。

Through sorrow’s trick.  I thought the funeral-shears

原以为理尸的剪刀会先把它收去，

Would take this first, but Love is justified,—

　可不想爱情的名份得到了确认。

Take it thou,—finding pure, from all those years,

收下吧，那上面有慈母在弥留时给儿女

The kiss my mother left here when she died.

　印下的一吻－－这些年始终保持着洁净。