别把我想得孤冷和野俗

Think me not unkind and rude

看我一个人走在树林与幽谷;

That I walk alone in grove and glen;

我要去寻找森林的神明

I go to the god of the wood

听取他送给人们的叮嘱。

To fetch his word to men.

别指责我行为情懒

Tax not my sloth that I

看我两臂交叠伫立溪边;

Fold my arms beside the brook;

每一朵浮在天空的云彩

Each cloud that floated in the sky

都会写一个字母在我的书间。

Writes a letter in my book.

勤劳的一族，别把我骂，

Chide me not, laborious band,

看我带来了悠闲的鲜花;

For the idle flowers I brought;

我手中的每一朵紫葩

Every aster in my hand

都带着一个思想回家。

Goes home loaded with a thought.

世间要说有什么秘密

There was never mystery

全都藏在花朵里;

But 'tis figured in the flowers;

还要说有什么秘密历史

Was never secret history

是鸟儿在巢穴里唱出的。

But birds tell it in the bowers.

一次收获来自你的田地

One harvest from thy field

那是强壮的耕牛带往家里;

Homeward brought the oxen strong;

你田地的第二次收获，

A second crop thine acres yield,

却是我在一次歌唱中收集。

Which I gather in a song.