爱情英文诗朗诵带翻译（精选7篇）
If I could save time in a bottle
the first thing that i 'd like to do
is to save every day until eternity passes away
just to spend them with you
if I could make days last forever
if words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
again I would spend them with you
翻译：如果我能把时间存入一个瓶子，
我要作的第一件事就是，
把每一天都存下来直到永恒，
再和你一起慢慢度过。
如果我能把时间化作永恒，
如果我的愿望能一一成真，
我会把每天都像宝贝一样存起来，
再和你一起慢慢度过。
Thank you for comfotting me when I'm sad
Loving me when I'm mad
Picking me up when I'm down
Thank you for being my friend and being around
Teaching me the meaning of love
Encouraging me when I need a shove
But most of all thank you for
Loving me for who I am.
Love is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-bria
Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with holly、
That, when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green
翻译：爱情像野玫瑰，友情像冬青。
当玫瑰开花的时候，冬青却墨绿着，表示爱情激烈而友情则平淡。
哪种能保持盛开的状态，答案当然是后者。
野玫瑰在春天和夏天开花，花香四溢。
但是到了冬天，谁会说它漂亮呢?
表示爱情之花盛开的时候十分甜蜜，但过了高潮，就不再值得称道了。
冬青在平时不很惹眼，甚至遭人唾弃，但当冬天来临，万物皆枯萎的时候，花园里的它还充满生机和活力。
表示友情平时可能不为人所重视或注意，但在人们遇到困难，没有其他出路的时候，它可能成为你的希望所在。
If I could save time in a bottle
the first thing that i 'd like to do
is to save every day until eternity passes away
just to spend them with you
if I could make days last forever
if words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
again I would spend them with you
I am the wind， the gentle wind; I am the clouds， the slow， drifting clouds; I am the water， the silent water; I am the mountains， the boundless mountains… If you so want， I will be the gentle wind that will wrap around your lonely spirit! If you so desire， I will be the slow， drifting clouds that will unquestioningly be your support! If you so wish， I will be that silent water， without a murmur， protecting you by your side. If you so will， I will love you unrelentingly， just like those boundless， unbroken mountain ranges and valleys! But， I regret I am not the wind and not able to take care of you. I hate that I am not the clouds and not able to bring you warmth; I pity myself that I am not the water and not able to be so pure; I am angry that I am not the mountains and not able to have my love will be as immovable as I would like. I can only be myself this time， my mortal， earthly self， my only self， the only self that I can ever hope to be. I thirst for love but I do not understand her deep mystery. I strive for transcendence but I would rather be silent and nameless. I want to be mature but I would rather remain innocent. I would like that she love me， but I do not know even if I truly love her! Endless searching， thirsting， striving， pursuing-where are my goals? Where is my future? In this mundane world， I am one lonely speck; in this universe I am a powerless particle of dust. My love， thought beautiful， is nothing great in itself. And so， I ask only to live as well as I can. In truth， there is no need to live one‘s life basking in glory， rising above men—— so long as one’s life has some value， has some security… Fearless and capricious， love will cause me great pain. Youth， transient and inconstant， will bring me loneliness. Work， busy and mindless， will make me lost. I am just searching for and waiting for some of that which shines， that which is radiant in life…
Thank you for comfotting me when I'm sad
Loving me when I'm mad
Picking me up when I'm down
Thank you for being my friend and being around
Teaching me the meaning of love
Encouraging me when I need a shove
But most of all thank you for
Loving me for who I am.
翻译：感谢你在伤心时安慰我，
当我生气时感谢你护着我，
当我沮丧时你拉拔我，
感谢你作为我的朋友并且在我身旁，
告诉我爱的意义是什么，
当我需要动力时你鼓励我，
但我最想感谢你的是，
爱上像我这样的一个人。
Love is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-bria
Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with holly
That, when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green