Ah， who was it colored that little frock， my child， and covered your sweet limbs with that little red tunic？
You have come out in the morning to play in the courtyard， tottering and tumbling as you run.
But who was it colored that little frock， my child？
What is it makes you laugh， my little life-bud？
Mother smiles at you standing on the threshold.
She claps her hands and her bracelets jingle， and you dance with your bamboo stick in your hand like a tiny little shepherd.
But what is it makes you laugh， my little life-bud？
被忽略的盛会
啊，谁把那条小裙子染上了颜色，我的孩子，谁给你温润的四肢套上了那件小红衣？
你清晨出来在院子里玩耍，你跑得摇摇晃晃、跌跌撞撞。
但究竟是谁把那条小裙子染上了颜色，我的孩子？
什么事让你大笑，我生命的小蓓蕾？
母亲站在门口，微笑地望着你。
她拍着手，手镯叮当作响，你手执竹竿跳着舞，活像一个小牧童。
但究竟是什么事让你大笑，我生命的小蓓蕾？
O beggar， what do you beg for， clinging to your mother’s neck with both your hands？
O greedy heart， shall I pluck the world like a fruit from the sky to place it on your little rosy palm？
O beggar， what are you begging for？
The wind carries away in glee the tinkling of your anklet bells.
The sun smiles and watches your toilet.
The sky watches over you when you sleep in your mother’s arms， and the morning tiptoes to your bed and kisses your eyes.
The wind carries away in glee the tinkling of your anklet bells.
The fairy mistress of dreams is coming towards you， flying through the twilight sky.
The world-mother keeps her seat by you in your mother’s heart.
He who plays his music to the stars is standing at your window with his flute.
And the fairy mistress of dreams is coming towards you， flying through the twilight sky.