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！