Piping down the valleys wild,

吹着笛儿，我走下野谷，

Piping songs of pleasant glee,

欢乐的笛声随风轻飘。

On a cloud I saw a child

我看见云彩上有个小孩，

And he laughing said to me:

孩子他笑着，向我说道：

'Pipe a song about a lamb.'

“吹个歌唱小羊羔的歌！”

So I piped with merry cheer;

我兴高采烈地吹了一曲。

'Piper, pipe that song again.'

“再吹，再吹一次那歌儿！”

So I piped; he wept to hear.

我又吹时他淌下了泪滴。

'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;

“放下笛儿，那快乐的笛儿，

Sing thy songs of happy cheer.'

唱吧，唱唱那快乐的小曲。”

So I sung the same again,

于是我就唱，唱那首歌，

While he wept with joy to hear.

他听着，淌下了喜悦的泪滴。

'Piper, sit thee down and write

“吹笛的人，坐下来写吧，

In a book that all may read.'

写成一本书，大家都能看。”

So he vanished from my sight:

他刚说完，便隐去了形象，

And I plucked a hollow reed,

我折下一根空心的芦管。

And I made a rural pen,

做出来一支土造水笔，

And I stained the water clear,

在笔中注满清清河水，

And I wrote my happy songs

我用它写下快乐的歌谣，

Every child may joy to hear.

孩子们都能高兴地听到。