In the glad springtime when leaves were green,

木葉新郁，是春天在雀躍

O merrily the throstle sings!

哦，那畫眉在盡情歌唱

I sought, amid the tangled sheen,

我尋尋覓覓，于紛繁繚繞的日影

Love whom mine eyes had never seen,

那未曾映入我眼簾的愛意

O the glad dove has golden wings!

哦，歡快的鴿兒有一對(duì)金色翅膀

Between the blossoms red and white,

在盛開的紅白花池中

O merrily the throstle sings!

哦，是畫眉在放聲歌唱

My love first came into my sight,

吾愛初見

O perfect vision of delight,

哦，這無暇好景歡暢

O the glad dove has golden wings!

哦，這鴿兒雙翼金光閃亮

The yellow apples glowed like fire,

橙黃的蘋果鮮艷似火

O merrily the throstle sings!

棲息其中，是畫眉在歌唱

O Love too great for lip or lyre,

哦，那朱唇與豎琴難抒盡這愛意

Blown rose of love and of desire,

愛與欲的玫瑰已然盛開

O the glad dove has golden wings!

哦，那歡快的鴿兒背負(fù)金色翅膀

But now with snow the tree is grey,

可如今三季朽木已然就雪灰發(fā)

Ah, sadly now the throstle sings!

啊，悲傷的畫眉在歌唱

My love is dead: ah! well-a-day,

吾所摯愛消逝于人間：??！天道無常！

See at her silent feet I lay

我躺在，注視著，她靜靜的雙腳旁

A dove with broken wings!

是一只斷翼的鴿子！

Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain –

啊，吾愛！吾愛！你怎慘遭毒手！

Fond Dove, fond Dove return again!

可愛的鴿兒，溫柔的鴿兒，快快回來吧！

Magdalen College, Oxford