OH,give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
请不要让我们思考的太远
As the uncertain harvest;keep us here
像那些不确定的收获,
All simply in the springing of the year.
OH,give us pleasure in the orchard white;
哦,请给我们白色果园中的欢乐
Like nothing else by day,like ghosts by night;
不像白天里的什么,只像夜晚中的幽灵
And make us happy in the happy bees,
让我们在欢乐的蜜蜂中,幸福
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
当蜂群围绕着完美的树聚集,膨胀。
And make us happy in the daring bird
让我们在狂飞乱舞的鸟中,幸福
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
当蜂群之上忽然传来他们的声音
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
针尖般的鸟嘴如流星般挤进来
And off a biossom in mid air stands still.
又冲过中间空气中的一朵花,停下来。
For this is love and nothing else is love ,
因为这才是爱,而别的都不是
To which it is reserved for God above
爱为上面的上帝而保存,因为爱
To sanctify to what far ends he will,
他可以把自己尽情地神化
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
可是这爱却需要我们来将他实践。