Afton Water
羅伯特·彭斯 / Robert Burns
F？low gently， sweet Afton， among thy green braes，
F？low gently， I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise；
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream，
F？low 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 f？locks 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 f？lowerets she stems thy clear wave.
F？low gently， sweet Afton， among thy green braes.
F？low gently， sweet river， the theme of my lays；
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream，
F？low gently， sweet Afton， disturb not her dream.
輕輕地流淌，甜美的亞頓河，在青碧的山坡之間，
輕輕地流淌，我為你歌唱，為你頌揚；
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。
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，