趁落叶松长出红红针叶，

When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,

　　高飞的画眉啼啭得美妙；

   And rarely pipes the mounted thrush;

　　趁三月里，当海蓝色的鸟

   Or underneath the barren bush

在光秃的灌木丛间飞掠；

Flits by the sea-blue bird of March;

来吧，让你的外貌能使我

　　从你同类中认出你灵魂；

Come, wear the form by which I know

　　让你对未竟之年的憧憬

   Thy spirit in time among thy peers;

在你头的四周又亮又阔。

   The hope of unaccomplish'd years

Be large and lucid round thy brow.

当夏日时刻正变得丰美，

　　把多少玫瑰的郁郁馨香

When summer's hourly-mellowing change

　　送往微风中的千重麦浪—一

   May breathe, with many roses sweet,

起伏在平凡田庄的周围；

   Upon the thousand waves of wheat,

That ripple round the lonely grange;

来吧，别在上更的夜同来，

　　挑日光暖洋洋普照之时

Come: not in watches of the night,

　　来吧，就凭你身后的英姿，

   But where the sunbeam broodeth warm,

在光明之中更显出光彩。

   Come, beauteous in thine after form,

And like a finer light in light.