Robert Burns - A Red, Red Rose 汉译

O, my luve is like a red, red rose, <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

That's newly sprung in June,

O, my luve is like the melodie,

That's sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair thou, 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 rocks 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’ it were ten thousand mile!