Spring
By 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 plam 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!
Spring,the sweet spring!
春
春，飘香的春，一年中欢乐的尧舜；
看百花怒放，少女环舞，
春寒不袭人，小鸟展喉高唱。
咕咕，咯咯，啾啾，哥哥插秧！
棕榈和山楂，为农舍梳妆，
羊羔嬉闹奔跑，牧笛终日悠扬
百鸟齐鸣，歌声谐婉四处飘荡，
咕咕，咯咯，啾啾，哥哥插秧！
四野四围飘香，邹菊亲吻脚掌，
少男少女互诉衷肠，老妇坐嗮春阳
大街小巷，总有歌声在耳畔荡漾
咕咕，咯咯，啾啾，哥哥插秧！
春，春日飘香！
