Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun,

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

霧氣洋溢、果實圓熟的秋，

你和成熟的太陽成為友伴;

你們密謀用累累的珠球，

綴滿茅屋檐下的葡萄藤蔓;

使屋前的老樹背負著蘋果，

讓熟味透進果實的心中，

使葫蘆脹大，鼓起了榛子殼，

好塞進甜核;又為了蜜蜂

一次一次開放過遲的花朵，

使它們以為日子將永遠暖和，

因為夏季早填滿它們的粘巢。

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair sort-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,

Dows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers.

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

誰不經(jīng)常看見你伴著谷倉?

在田野里也可以把你找到，

彌有時隨意坐在打麥場上，

讓發(fā)絲隨著簸谷的風輕飄;

有時候，為罌粟花香所沉迷，

你倒臥在收割一半的田壟，

讓鐮刀歇在下一畦的花旁;

或者.像拾穗人越過小溪，

你昂首背著谷袋，投下倒影，

或者就在榨果架下坐幾點鐘，

你耐心地瞧著徐徐滴下的酒漿。

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a waiful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The red-breast whistles form a garden-croft;

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

啊.春日的歌哪里去了?

但不要想這些吧，你也有你的音樂

當波狀的云把將逝的一天映照，

以胭紅抹上殘梗散碎的田野，

這時啊，河柳下的一群小飛蟲

就同奏哀音，它們忽而飛高，

忽而下落，隨著微風的起滅;

籬下的蟋蟀在歌唱，在園中

紅胸的知更鳥就群起呼哨;

而群羊在山圈里高聲默默咩叫;

叢飛的燕子在天空呢喃不歇。