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.