She is my slender small love,

my flow’r of beauty fair.

From the whiteness of her little feet to the shining of her hair.

More fair she is than April rain on daffodil or tree:

I know she walks in the evening down by the riverside.

And the grasses lean to kiss her robes who soon will be my bride:

More dear to me her little head than earth or sky or sea!

 

她是我細微的愛戀，

我美好的美人之花。

從她白皙的小腳到她閃亮的頭髮。

她比水仙花或樹上的四月雨露還更美麗：

我知道她傍晚時分依著河邊散步。

小草傾身親吻她的長袍，她即將成為我的新娘：

她小小的頭比天地和海洋還更令我疼愛。