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Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes; thus begins the record of our hearts.
手握著手，眼戀著眼;這樣開始了我們的心的紀(jì)錄。
It is the moonlit night of March; the sweet smell of henna is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfinished.
這是三月的月明之夜;空氣里有鳳仙花的芬芳;我的橫笛拋在地上，你的花串也沒(méi)有編成。
This love between you and me is simple as a song.
你我之間的愛(ài)像歌曲一樣地單純。
Your veil of the saffron colour makes my eyes drunk.
你橙黃色的面紗使我眼睛陶醉。
The jasmine wreath that you wove me thrills to my heart like praise.
你給我編的茉莉花環(huán)使我心震顫，像是受了贊揚(yáng)。
It is a game of giving and withholding， revealing and screening again; some smiles and some little shyness， and some sweet useless struggles.
這是一個(gè)又予又留、又隱又現(xiàn)的游戲;有些微笑，有些嬌羞，也有些甜柔的無(wú)用的抵?jǐn)r。
This love between you and me is simple as a song.
你我之間的愛(ài)像歌曲一樣的單純。
No mystery beyond the present; no striving for the impossible; no shadow behind the charm; no groping in the depth of the dark.
沒(méi)有現(xiàn)在以外的神秘;不強(qiáng)求那做不到的事情;沒(méi)有魅惑后面的陰影;沒(méi)有黑暗深處的探索。
This love between you and me is simple as a song.
你我之間的愛(ài)像歌曲一樣的單純：
We do not stray out of all words into the ever silent; we do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope.
我們沒(méi)有走出一切語(yǔ)言之外進(jìn)入永遠(yuǎn)的沉默;我們沒(méi)有向空舉手尋求希望以外的東西。
It is enough what we give and we get.
我們付與，我們?nèi)〉茫@就夠了。
We have not crushed the joy to the utmost to wring from it the wine of pain.
我們沒(méi)有把喜樂(lè)壓成微塵來(lái)榨取痛苦之酒。
This love between you and me is simple as a song.
你我之間的愛(ài)像歌曲一樣的單純。