轻轻地流淌，甜美的亚顿河，别把她的梦儿搅散。
欧鸽啊，你的回音穿过山谷，
乌鸫啊，你狂野的哨音在荆棘丛生的溪谷回**，
绿冠的田枭啊，你这尖声啼叫的老祖，
请不要惊扰我熟睡的姑娘。
多么峻峭啊，甜美的亚顿河，你周围的山丘，
你的曲线，那么清晰、回转而俊秀。
正午的骄阳高高挂起，那是我日常漫步的去处，
目光追随着我的羊群和玛丽甜美的小屋。
你的堤岸与青翠的河谷是那么令人心醉，
林间的樱草花正喷芳吐翠；
当温煦的黄昏为草地哭泣，
芬芳的白桦树便将我与我的玛丽荫蔽。
莹澈的水流，亚顿河啊，你悠悠流淌，温婉可人，
曲折蜿蜒，绕过玛丽的芳居，
当她ó 着清波，去采撷花朵的芳馥，
你的流水如此顽皮，濯涤着她洁白的双足。
轻轻地流淌，甜美的亚顿河，在青碧的山坡之间，
轻轻地流淌，甜美的河流，我快乐的主题；
伴着你的流水潺潺，我的玛丽安然入眠，
轻轻地流淌，甜美的亚顿河，别把她的梦儿搅散。
赞美一条河流，赞美她，最美的是你的心情！
月 亮
The Moon
佚名/Anonymous
I love the moon. I love her round cheeks， her clean face， and her graceful manners. In the cloudless blue sky， how beautiful， mysterious， and charming the moon seems in the world it reigns over.
In the world flooded with moonlight， the dazzling sunrays are no more， so a poetic feeling arises and a softness pervades the atmosphere. At this time， a breeze often accompanies the silvery light of the moon and gives the world a peculiar appearance and the people a peculiar feeling. The air is suffused with a sweet scent， and the ugliness and squalor of the daytime have disappeared. With her soft silvery light， the moon covers all ugly and hideous things and comforts the distressed and wretched humanity. Any man who climbs to the top of a high hill will find the rugged crags transformed into pieces of pale stone， and the earth itself an enchanted land. Being shrouded in a misty gray， the large ugly deep blue patches of the wood look like mysterious and soft young grass， large vegetable gardens look like boundless and flat roads， and the houses of sizes and heights look like lovely toys for children. If you sing a song， your voice will reach the country. Even if you give a low sigh， your tone of sadness will arouse men in their sleep. If you sing a lullaby， its charms will put the whole nightless city to sleep.