Behold her，single in the field，
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself；
Stop here，or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain，
And sings a melancholy strain；
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt，
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird，
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides
Will no one tell me what she sings?
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old，unhappy，far-off things，
And battles long ago
Or is it some more humble lay，
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow，loss，or pain，
That has been，and may be again?
Whate’er the theme，the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending；
I saw her singing at her work，
And o’er the sickle bending；
I listened，motionless and still；
And，as I mounted up the hill，
The music in my heart I bore，
Long after it was heard no more.
Behold her，single in the field，
瞧, 她孤单一人在田上
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
那是远处高山的姑娘
Reaping and singing by herself；
她一边收割一边歌唱
Stop here，or gently pass!
停, 要不就轻盈扬长
Alone she cuts and binds the grain，
她独自割倒又扎好麦捆
And sings a melancholy strain；
歌声那样凄凉而又疲困
O listen! for the Vale profound
啊,你听! 幽谷洋溢着
Is overflowing with the sound.
那山姑娘的歌
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
在阿拉伯的沙漠地
More welcome notes to weary bands
从无见到过夜莺
Of travellers in some shady haunt，
为绿洲疲惫的行旅
Among Arabian sands:
唱出悦耳的歌声
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
远在天际的赫里斯群岛
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird，
从未传来阳春布谷的鸟叫
Breaking the silence of the seas
听上去让人心颤动情
Among the farthest Hebrides
把沉睡的大海焕然鸣醒
Will no one tell me what she sings?
没人能告诉我 她歌中的含义
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
也许，倾诉出一庄庄 一幕幕
For old，unhappy，far-off things，
已去，不幸，久远的佚事
And battles long ago
和很久以前的生死角逐
Or is it some more humble lay，
也许，是屈尊的卑微
Familiar matter of to-day?
习以为常的各种琐碎
Some natural sorrow，loss，or pain，
一腔悲伤，失意，或痛苦
That has been，and may be again?
人生在所难免，时沉时浮
Whate’er the theme，the Maiden sang
无论这姑娘唱什么
As if her song could have no ending；
她的声音没有停息
I saw her singing at her work，
我见她边干活边唱歌
And o’er the sickle bending；
腰间的镰刀彼落彼起
I listened，motionless and still；
我默默地聆听，纹丝不动
And，as I mounted up the hill，
当我攀上那座小丘的顶峰
The music in my heart I bore，
渐渐地,她的声音再也听不见
Long after it was heard no more.
而音乐,却在我心中流连忘返