The nightingale has a lyre of gold,

The larks’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.

WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY


春天的小鳥

夜鶯有一架黃金的七絃琴，

雲雀具有清脆喇叭的聲音；

山鳥吹奏的只是黃楊木笛，

但最令我激賞稱奇。

因為他唱的盡是生命的喜樂，

叫我忘懷春天的悶熱。

我們傾聽他歌唱，

不由得心心相印，口唇相向。

韓 雷