诗歌｜A Red Red Rose

A Red Red Rose --by Robert Burns O, my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O, my Luve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. 吾爱吾爱玫瑰红，六月初开韵晓风； 吾爱吾爱如管弦，其声悠扬而玲珑。 As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. 吾爱吾爱美而殊，我心爱你永不渝， 我心爱你永不渝，直到四海海水枯； Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. 直到四海海水枯，岩石融化变成泥， 只要我还有口气，我心爱你永不渝。 And fare-thee-wheel, my only Luve! And fare-thee-weel, a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile! 暂时告别我心肝，请你不要把心耽！ 纵使相隔十万里，踏穿地皮也要还。