席慕容的作品多写爱情、人生、，写得极美，淡雅剔透，抒情灵动，饱含着对生命的挚爱真情，影响了整整一代人的成长历程。

　　席慕容的爱英文篇一：

　　Regretless Youth

　　无怨的青春

　　By Xi Murong

　　作者席慕容

　　If you fall in love when you are young

　　在年轻的时候，如果你爱上一个人，

　　Please - be kind to him

　　请你，请你一定要温柔的对待他。

　　No matter how long or short you share your hearts

　　不管你们相爱的时间有多长或多短，

　　If your feelings may continue, then

　　若你们能始终温柔的对待，那么，

　　Every moment will be peerless perfection

　　所有的时刻都将是一种无瑕的美丽。

　　If you must leave, still bid her fond farewell

　　若不得不分离，也要好好的说声再见，

　　And be thankful in your heart

　　也要在心里存着感谢，

　　For the memories he left you

　　感谢他给了你一份记忆。

　　When you are older, you will realize

　　长大了以后，你才会知道，

　　At the instant when you suddenly recall those moments

　　在蓦然回首的刹那，

　　That youth without resentment is without any regret

　　没有怨恨的青春才会无遗憾，

　　Just like the aged moon gracing the hills with quiet clarity

　　如山冈上那轮静静的满月。

　　席慕容的爱情诗英文篇二：

　　一颗开花的树

　　——席慕容

　　如何让你遇见我在我最美丽的时刻

　　为这我已在佛前求了五百年

　　求佛让我们结下一段尘缘

　　佛于是把我化做一棵树

　　长在你必经的路旁

　　阳光下慎重地开满了花

　　朵朵都是我前世的盼望

　　当你走近

　　请你细听

　　那颤抖的叶是我等待的热情

　　而当你终于无视地走过

　　在你身后落了一地的

　　朋友啊

　　那不是花瓣

　　那是我凋零的心

　　A Blooming Tree

　　——by Xi Murong

　　May Buddha let us meet in my most beautiful hours,

　　I have prayed for it for five hundred years.

　　Buddha made me a tree

　　By the path you may take.

　　In full blossoms I'm waiting in the sun

　　Every flower carrying my previous hope.

　　As you are near,

　　Listen carefully

　　The quivering leaves are my waiting zeal,

　　As you pass by the tree without noticing me.

　　My friend,

　　Upon the ground behind you

　　Is not the fallen petals

　　But my withered heart.

　　席慕容的爱情诗英文篇三：

　　青春

　　诗/席慕容

　　所有的结局都已写好

　　所有的泪水也都已启程

　　却忽然忘了是怎样的一个开始

　　在那个古老的不再回来的夏日

　　无论我如何地去追索

　　年轻的你只如云影掠过

　　而你微笑的面容极浅极淡

　　逐渐隐没在日落后的群岚

　　遂翻开那发黄的扉页

　　命运将它装订得极为拙劣

　　含著泪 我一读再读

　　却不得不承认

　　青春是一本太仓促的书

　　Youth

　　A poem By Xi Murong/Tr.By Lily

　　All finale has been written out

　　All tears have set forward

　　But I forgot suddenly how it began

　　In that old summer that never comes back again

　　No matter how I go for searching

　　You only pass by at a young age like a cloud shadow

　　A smiling face super pale and shallow

　　After sunset gradually faded behind a host of hills

　　Then to the yellow fly page I turn

　　Fate binds it up, utmost clumsy

　　Tears in my eyes,I read again and again

　　Having to admit that youth is a book so hastily written