I feel its impress now,
As in the bright and happy days
She pressed it on my brow.
媽媽的吻，媽媽的吻，
至今，仍銘記在新，
在那些歡樂而開懷的日子裏，
媽媽的吻，印在我的額頭。
You say it is a fancied thing
Within my memory fraught;
To me it has a sacred place—
The treasure house of thought.
妳說，令人難以置信，
我這不可思議的記憶；
於我，它是壹個神聖的處所，
是我靈魂思維的寶庫。
Again, I feel her fingers glide
Amid my clustering hair;
I see the love-light in her eyes,
When all my life was fair.
再壹次，感覺她的手指輕輕滑過，
從我絲絲縷縷的發間，
我凝望她的眼，那愛的光芒，
照亮了我整個生命。
Again, I hear her gentle voice
In warning or in love.
How precious was the faith that taught
My soul of things above.
再壹次傾聽她柔美的聲音，
或珍重告誡，或無盡關愛。
如此珍貴，她所給予的信念，
在我壹生的靈魂之上。