求致橡树英文版，

Ode to the Oak

If I love you

--- I will never be a trumpet creeper Clinging to your body to highlight my height;

If I love you

--- I will never be a spoony bird Repeating the monotonous song for a green shade;

Nor a spring That brings perennial cool solace;

Nor steep peak That increases your highness, reflect your eminence. Even the sunlight.

Even the spring rain. No, all these are not sufficient!

I must be a ceiba stand by your side, A tree With roots clinched underground, And leaves touched in the cloud.

We nod to each other, When each gust passes by,

But nobody Can understand our words.

You have your iron body, Like a knife, a sword, As well as a halberd;

I have my red flowers, Like a heavy sigh, And a valiant torch.

We share cold, storms and thunders; We enjoy brume, mist and neons, Seems we are part always,

But we are together forever.

Only this can be called a great love, The loyalty is this: Not only your manful body I love, But also the place you hold, and the land under your foot.