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 fraught¹;

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 glide²

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。