A RED, RED ROSE
By Robert Burns
O my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair thou art, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the sea gang dry, my dear,
And the rock melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel a while;
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho's it were ten thousand mile!
红玫瑰
郭沫若 译
吾爱吾爱玫瑰红，
六月初开晓韵风，
吾爱吾爱如管线，
其声悠扬而玲珑；
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；
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。
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。
