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It is the miller’s daughter,
那是磨坊主的女兒，
And she is grown so dear, so dear,
她長得那么那么的美，
That I would be the jewel
以至于我愿是那珠寶
That trembles at her ear:
搖曳在她的耳旁
For hid in ringlets day and night,
日日夜夜地藏在她的發間
I’d touch her neck so warm and white.
纏綿于她那如此溫暖白皙的香頸
And I would be the girdle
我愿是那裙帶
About her dainty dainty waist,
纏繞在她那纖腰上
And her heart would beat against me
我可以讓她的心跳離我如此之近
In sorrow and in rest:
無論在悲傷還是平靜的時候
And I should know if it beat right,
當我想要迫切地知道她的心跳如何
I’d clasp it round so close and tight.
我就可以與她緊緊相擁。
And I would be the necklace,
我愿是那項鏈
And all long to fall and rise
整日上下跳躍
Upon her balmy bosom,
在她芳香的胸前
With her laughter or her sighs,
伴隨著她的笑容和嘆息
And I would lie so light, so light,
就讓我如此輕地躺下
I scarce should be unclasp’d at night
冀求她在夜里也別把我摘下
