William Ernest Henley - To A.D. 汉译

The nightingale has a lyre of gold,

The lark’s is a clarion-call,

And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,

But I love him best of all.

For his song is all of the joy of life,

And we in the mad, spring weather,

We two have listened till he sang

Our hearts and lips together.

有赠

威廉·欧内斯特·亨利

夜莺弄竖琴，灿灿黄金色。

云雀鸣号角，声声扬复抑。

我独爱画眉，吹彻黄杨笛。

倾听画眉歌，歌意情切切。

生活诚可乐，况值阳春节。

卿吻接我吻，永绾同心结。