A Red, Red Rose

a poem by Roberts Burns

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune!

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will luve thee still my dear,
When the sands of life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again , my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Javanese Version by de,

Sih tresnaku saumpama mawar
Ing Juni mekar suminar
Sih tresnaku saumpama lagu
Asmarandhana ning ati kaprungu

Ya ayu kowe, putri dewiku
Sajroning manah ki sih atiku
Wus tetep tresnaku marang nira
Ki ya nganti asating samudra

Iya nganti asating kabeh sagara, dewi atiku
Lan lunturing surya ing gunung – gunung watu
Dewi atiku, teteping tresnaku marang nira
Nalika jumenenging uripku kang mrana

Lan taksayang kowe, siji tresna sih atiku
Lan taksayang kowe sawetara!
Lan aku bakal balik, tresna sih kalbuku
Sanajan adoh lumaku marang nira