Love me little, love me long-爱我少一点,爱我久一点
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Love that is too hot and strong
Still, I would not have thee cold,
Not too backward, nor too bold;
Love that lasteth till ‘tis old
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
If thou lovest me too much,
It will not prove as true as touch;
Love me little, more than such,
I am with little well content,
And a little from thee sent
Is enough, with true intent
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Say thou lov‘st me while thou live;
I to thee my love will give,
Never dreaming to deceive
Whiles that life endures.
Nay, and after death, in sooth,
I to thee will keep my truth,
As now, when in my May of youth;
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Constant love is moderate ever,
And it will through life persever;
Give me that, with true endeavor
A suit of durance let it be,
For all weathers that for me,
For the land or for the sea,
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Winter‘s cold, or summer‘s heat,
Autumn‘s tempests on it beat,
It can never know defeat,
Such the love that I would gain,
Such the love, I tell thee plain,
Thou must give, or woo in vain;
Love me little, love me long.