Say over again I love you

Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me.
Though the word repeated Should seem `a cuckoo-song,’ as thou dost treat it.
Remember, never to the hill or plain, Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed. Beloved, I, amid the darkness
greeted By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt’s pain Cry, ...
`Speak once more ... thou lovest!’ Who can fear Too many stars,
though each in heaven shall roll, -- Too many flowers,
though each shall crown the year? Say thou dost love me,
love me, love me -- toll The silver iterance! -- only minding, Dear,　To love me also in silence with thy soul.

 

 

请再说一遍我爱你

        请说了一遍，再向我说一遍，说“我爱你！”
        即使那样一遍遍地重复，你会把它看成一支“布谷鸟的歌曲”。
     可是记着，在那青山和绿林间，那山谷和田野中，纵使清新的春天披着全身绿装降临，也不算完美无缺。
        有时，她缺少了那串布谷鸟的音节。
爱，四周那么黑暗，耳边只听见惊悸的心声处于那痛苦的不安中，我嚷道：“再说一遍：我爱你！”
      谁嫌太多的星（即使每颗都在太空转动）、太多的花（即使每朵都洋溢着春意）？
      说你爱我，你爱我，一声声敲着银钟！只是记住，还得用灵魂爱我，在默默里。