Spring

Thomas Nashe

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!

一年甜美在于春

万木开花娇娃舞

风柔不再寒刺骨

鸟儿啁啾歌媚人

山楂花小棕叶大

装点村舍喜洋洋

羊羔欢跃牧笛祥

鸟音欢快高复下

野芳甜醉菊吻踝

情侣幽会媪沐日

处处沉浸啁啾里

春天甜美舒我怀