作曲 : Elizabeth Maconchy
If you know how to tell all the leaves of the trees
If you know how to tell the waves of all the sea,
I will ask you alone to count my loves.
First put twenty loves from Athens, and fifteen more,
Then a string of loves from Corinth, Achaean girls are fair
Then count me out of Lesbos, Ionia, Caria, Rhodes – two thousand loves.
What do you say? No end to loves?
I have not told the Syrians yet,
I have not told Canopus' loves,
or all the loves of Crete and love is worshipped there.
What? Shall I number you those from beyond the straits,
From Parthia, from India? Loves of my soul.
作曲 : Elizabeth Maconchy
If you know how to tell all the leaves of the trees
If you know how to tell the waves of all the sea,
I will ask you alone to count my loves.
First put twenty loves from Athens, and fifteen more,
Then a string of loves from Corinth, Achaean girls are fair
Then count me out of Lesbos, Ionia, Caria, Rhodes – two thousand loves.
What do you say? No end to loves?
I have not told the Syrians yet,
I have not told Canopus' loves,
or all the loves of Crete and love is worshipped there.
What? Shall I number you those from beyond the straits,
From Parthia, from India? Loves of my soul.