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Day 47
第47天
Spring
春
Thomas Nashe
托馬斯·納什
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king, Then blooms each thing ,
春，飄香的春，一年中歡樂的堯舜；
then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
看百花怒放，少女環舞， 春寒不襲人，小鳥展喉高唱。
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The plam and may make country houses gay,
咕咕，咯咯，啾啾，哥哥插秧！ 棕櫚和山楂，為農舍梳妝，
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
羊羔嬉鬧奔跑，牧笛終日悠揚
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
百鳥齊鳴，歌聲諧婉四處飄蕩， 咕咕，咯咯，啾啾，哥哥插秧！
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
四野四圍飄香，鄒菊親吻腳掌， 少男少女互訴衷腸，老婦坐嗮春陽
In every street, these tunes our ears do greet: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
大街小巷，總有歌聲在耳畔蕩漾 咕咕，咯咯，啾啾，哥哥插秧！
Spring, the sweet spring!
春，春日飄香！
