Thomas Campion - Cherry-Ripe 汉译

  Where roses and white lilies grow;

A heavenly paradise is that place,

  Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow;

There cherries grow which none may buy,

Till ‘Cherry-Ripe’ themselves do cry.

Those cherries fairly do enclose

  Of orient pearl a double row,

Which when her lovely laughter shows,

  They look like rose-buds fill’d with snow:

Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy,

Till ‘Cherry-Ripe’ themselves do cry.

Her eyes like angels watch them still;

  Her brows like blended bows do stand,

Threat’ning with piercing frowns to kill

  All that attempt with eye or hand

Those sacred cherries to come nigh,

—Till ‘Cherry-Ripe’ themselves do cry!