Lines written in early spring

I heard a thousand blended notes,

While in a grove I sate reclined,

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts,

Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

 

To her fair works did nature link

The human soul that through me ran;

And much it griev’d my heart to think

What man has made of man.

 

Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower,

The periwinkle trail’d its wreathes;

And ‘tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes.

 

The birds around me hopp’d and play’d

Their thoughts I cannot measure,

But the least motion which they made,

It seem’d a thrill of pleasure.

 

The budding twigs spread out their fan,

To catch the breezy air;

And I must think, do all I can,

That there was pleasure there.

 

If I theses thoughts may not prevent,

If such be of my creed the plan,

Have I not reason to lament

What man has made of man?

 

丛林里，我斜倚一树而坐，

听到千百种乐音交响；

我心旷神怡，听着听着，

生出的竟都是

愉悦带来了怅惘。

 

内在的性灵，由造化引导，

连通于外在的美好物象；

我不禁忧从中来，想到

人把人弄成了什么样。

 

长春花牵引着小小花环，

穿行在樱草丛簇的绿荫里；

我深信：每一朵花儿都喜欢

它所呼吸的空气。

 

鸟雀们跳着玩着，我不知

它们在想些什么；

 

但它们细小的动作举止

仿佛都激荡着欢乐。

 

小树枝铺开如扇子，去招引

 缕缕轻快的微风；

我反复寻思，始终确信

其中有乐趣融融。

 

倘若这信念得自上天，

倘若这原是造化的构想，

我岂不更有理由悲叹

人把人弄成了这样！