Once in a golden hour

我曾在金玉般时刻

I cast to earth a seed.

朝地上把种子撒下。

Up there came a flower,

人说长的是草一棵，

The people said, a weed.

然而那却是一株花。

To and fro they went

在我茂盛的花园里，

Thro' my garden-bower,

他们来回走来回走，

And muttering discontent

嘴里咕哝着不满意，

Cursed me and my flower.

既把我又把花诅咒。

Then it grew so tall

以后这株花就长高，

It wore a crown of light,

开出的花朵好光彩；

But thieves from o'er the wall

但夜里来了贼强盗——

Stole the seed by night;

偷种子翻出了墙外。

Sow'd it far and wide

这种子流传到四方，

By every town and tower,

在处处城镇里播下，

Till all the people cried,

赢得了人们的赞扬：

'Splendid is the flower.'

“多么绚丽的花朵呀！”

Read my little fable:

人若能跑动和吟诵，

He that runs may read.

就念念我这小寓言。

Most can raise the flowers now

这花多数人已能种，

For all have got the seed.

因为它种子遍人间。

And some are pretty enough,

可花儿有些开得美，

And some are poor indeed;

有些却开得并不妙；

And now again the people

到如今人们又改嘴，

Call it but a weed.

说它只不过是野草。