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You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine."
你要為我唱上整整一夜，那 根刺一定要穿透你的心臟，你的鮮血也一定要流進我的血管，變成我的血。”
"Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and life is very dear to all. Yet love is better than life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?"
“拿死亡來換一朵紅玫瑰，這代價實在太高了，”夜鶯大聲叫道，“生命對每一個生物來說都是很寶貴的。然而愛情勝過生命；再說鳥的心怎么能和人的心相比呢？”
So she spread her brown wings for flight and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove.
于是她展開自己棕色的翅膀，朝天空飛去。她像個影子似的飛過了花園，又像個影子似的飛越了小樹林。
The young Student was still lying on the grass, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes. "Be happy," cried the Nightingale, "be happy, you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart's blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover."
年輕的學生仍然躺在草地上，美麗的眼睛里淚水還沒有干。“高興起來吧，”夜鶯大聲叫道， “高興起來吧，你會得到紅玫瑰的。我將在月光下用音樂塑造它，然后用我胸中的鮮血來染紅它。我要求你報答我的只有一件事，就是你要做個真正的有情人。”
The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him. But the Oak-tree understood and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale, who had built her nest in his branches. "Sing me one last song," he whispered, "I shall feel lonely when you are gone."
學生從草地上抬頭仰望著，并且側耳傾聽，但他聽不懂夜鶯在對他說什么。但是那棵橡樹聽懂了，他感到很傷心，因為他非常喜愛這只在他的樹枝間做窩的小夜鶯。“給我唱最后一支歌吧，”他輕聲說，“你這一走，我會覺得很孤獨的。”
So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like the water bubbling from a silver jar.
于是夜鶯給橡樹唱起了歌，她的聲音就像銀罐里汩汩流淌的水聲。
