Mother's kiss

My mother’skiss 妈妈的吻

Frances Harper

My mother’s kiss, my mother’s kiss,
I feel its impress now,
As in the bright and happy days
She pressed it on my brow.
妈妈的吻，妈妈的吻，
至今，仍铭记在新，
在那些欢乐而开怀的日子里，
妈妈的吻，印在我的额头。

You say it is a fancied thing
Within my memory fraught;
To me it has a sacred place—
The treasure house of thought.
你说，令人难以置信，
我这不可思议的记忆；
于我，它是一个神圣的处所，
是我灵魂思维的宝库。

Again, I feel her fingers glide
Amid my clustering hair;
I see the love-light in her eyes,
When all my life was fair.
再一次，感觉她的手指轻轻滑过，
从我丝丝缕缕的发间，
我凝望她的眼，那爱的光芒，
照亮了我整个生命。

Again, I hear her gentle voice
In warning or in love.  
How precious was the faith that taught
My soul of things above.
再一次倾听她柔美的声音，
或珍重告诫，或无尽关爱。
如此珍贵，她所给予的信念，
在我一生的灵魂之上。