你总有一天将爱我，我能等

You'll love me yet! —and I can tarry

你的爱情慢慢地生长；

your love's protracted growing:

像你手里的这把花，经历了

June reared that bunch of flowers you carry,

四月的播种和六月的滋养。

From seeds of April's sowing.

今天我播下满怀的种子，

I plant a heartful now: some seed

至少有几颗会扎下根；

At least is sure to strike,

结出的果尽管你不肯采摘，

And yield—what you'll not pluck indeed,

尽管不是爱，也不会差几分。

Not love, but, may be, like.

你至少会看一眼爱的遗迹——

You'll look at least on love's remains,

我坟前的一朵紫罗兰；

A grave's one violet:

你的眼前就补偿了千般苦恋，

Your look?—that pays a thousand pains.

死有何妨？你总有爱我的一天。

What's death? You'll love me yet!