摇曳吧，你萧萧的芦苇！ 

轻轻透气吧，蒹葭姐妹， 

沙沙作响吧，袅袅的柳丝， 

低语吧，战栗的白杨树枝，  

让我重温中断的梦境！  

Wherewith the seasonable month endows  

The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;  

White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;  

Fast-fading violets cover’d up in leaves;  

And mid-May’s eldest child,  

The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,  

The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.  

小船呀轻轻飘，杨柳呀风里颠摇；荷叶呀翠盖，荷花呀人样娇娆。日落，微波，金丝闪动过小河。左行，右撑，莲舟上扬起歌声。  

菡萏呀半天，蜂蝶呀不许轻来，绿水呀相伴，清净呀不染尘埃。溪涧，采莲，水珠滑走过荷钱。拍紧，拍轻，桨声应答着歌声。

藕心呀丝长，羞涩呀水底深藏：不见呀蚕茧，丝多呀蛹裹中央？溪头，采藕，女郎要采又夷犹。波沉，波升，波上抑扬着歌声。　

莲蓬呀子多；两岸呀榴树婆娑，喜鹊呀喧噪，榴花呀落上新罗。溪中，采蓬，耳鬓边晕着微红。风定，风生，风飓荡漾着歌声。  

升了呀月钩，明了呀织女牵牛；薄雾呀拂水，凉风呀飘去莲舟。花芳，衣香，消溶入一片苍茫；时静，时闻，虚空里袅着歌音。  

The snow whispers about me,  

And my wooden clogs,  

Leave holes behind me in the snow,  

But no one will pass this way  

Seeking my footsteps,  

And when the temple bell rings again  

They will be covered and gone.