輕輕地流淌，甜美的亞頓河，別把她的夢兒攪散。
歐鴿啊，你的回音穿過山穀，
烏鶇啊，你狂野的哨音在荊棘叢生的溪穀回**，
綠冠的田梟啊，你這尖聲啼叫的老祖，
請不要驚擾我熟睡的姑娘。
多麽峻峭啊，甜美的亞頓河，你周圍的山丘，
你的曲線，那麽清晰、回轉而俊秀。
正午的驕陽高高掛起，那是我日常漫步的去處，
目光追隨著我的羊群和瑪麗甜美的小屋。
你的堤岸與青翠的河穀是那麽令人心醉，
林間的櫻草花正噴芳吐翠；
當溫煦的黃昏為草地哭泣，
芬芳的白樺樹便將我與我的瑪麗蔭蔽。
瑩澈的水流，亞頓河啊，你悠悠流淌，溫婉可人，
曲折蜿蜒，繞過瑪麗的芳居，
當她ó 著清波，去采擷花朵的芳馥，
你的流水如此頑皮，濯滌著她潔白的雙足。
輕輕地流淌，甜美的亞頓河，在青碧的山坡之間，
輕輕地流淌，甜美的河流，我快樂的主題；
伴著你的流水潺潺，我的瑪麗安然入眠，
輕輕地流淌，甜美的亞頓河，別把她的夢兒攪散。
讚美一條河流，讚美她，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.