Spring,
the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, Then
blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold
doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we,
to-witta-woo!
The
palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs
frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And
we hear aye birds tune this merry lay: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we,
to-witta-woo!
The
fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young
lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, In
every street these tunes our ears do greet: Cuckoo,
jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo! Spring! the sweet spring!
春，甜美之春！ 托马斯·纳什
春，甜美之春，一年中最美好的时间， 万物吐芳艳，姑娘舞翩跹， 轻寒不袭人，小鸟歌满天， 恰恰，咯咯，啾啾，哥哥插禾！ 棕榈山楂漫山野，村村舍舍生气盎， 羊羔欢跃喜洋洋，牧童整天笛声扬， 百鸟欢歌总在耳边响， 恰恰，咯咯，啾啾，哥哥插禾！ 田野馨香飘四方，雏菊轻轻吻脚上， 情人双双来相会，老妇憩坐沐阳光， 条条路上都有歌声在荡漾。 恰恰，咯咯，啾啾，哥哥插禾！ 春！甜美之春！
（何功杰 译） |
