[英国]罗伯特·彭斯/Robert Burns
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro'the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild Evening weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birch shades my Mary and me.
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides,
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As, gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes.
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
轻轻地流淌，甜美的亚顿河，在青碧的山坡之间，
轻轻地流淌，我为你歌唱，为你颂扬；
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。
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，