| 作词 : Traditional | |
| By chance it was i met my love | |
| It did me much surprise | |
| Down by a shady myrtle grove | |
| Just as the sun did rise. | |
| The birds they sang right gloriously | |
| And pleasent was the air | |
| And there was non save she and i | |
| Among the flowers fair. | |
| In dewy grass and green we walked | |
| She timid was and coy | |
| How can'st thou choose but pity me | |
| My pretty pearl, my joy | |
| How comes it that thou stroll this way? | |
| Sweet maiden tell me true | |
| Before bright phoebus' glittering ray | |
| Has supped the morning dew? | |
| I go to tend the flocks i love | |
| The ewes and tender lambs | |
| That pasture by the myrtle grove | |
| That gambol by their dams | |
| There i enjoy a pure content | |
| At dawning of the day | |
| Then, hand in hand, we lovers went | |
| To see the flock at play. | |
| And as we wended down the road | |
| I said to her, 'sweet maid, | |
| Three years i in my place abode | |
| And three more must be stayed | |
| The three that i am bound so fast | |
| O fairest wait for me | |
| And when the weary years are past | |
| Then wedded we will be.' | |
| 'three years are long, three times too long | |
| Too lengthy the delay' | |
| And then i answered in my song | |
| 'hope wastes them quick away | |
| Where love is fervent, fain and fast | |
| And knoweth not decay | |
| There nimbly fleet the seasons past | |
| Accounted as one day.' |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| By chance it was i met my love | |
| It did me much surprise | |
| Down by a shady myrtle grove | |
| Just as the sun did rise. | |
| The birds they sang right gloriously | |
| And pleasent was the air | |
| And there was non save she and i | |
| Among the flowers fair. | |
| In dewy grass and green we walked | |
| She timid was and coy | |
| How can' st thou choose but pity me | |
| My pretty pearl, my joy | |
| How comes it that thou stroll this way? | |
| Sweet maiden tell me true | |
| Before bright phoebus' glittering ray | |
| Has supped the morning dew? | |
| I go to tend the flocks i love | |
| The ewes and tender lambs | |
| That pasture by the myrtle grove | |
| That gambol by their dams | |
| There i enjoy a pure content | |
| At dawning of the day | |
| Then, hand in hand, we lovers went | |
| To see the flock at play. | |
| And as we wended down the road | |
| I said to her, ' sweet maid, | |
| Three years i in my place abode | |
| And three more must be stayed | |
| The three that i am bound so fast | |
| O fairest wait for me | |
| And when the weary years are past | |
| Then wedded we will be.' | |
| ' three years are long, three times too long | |
| Too lengthy the delay' | |
| And then i answered in my song | |
| ' hope wastes them quick away | |
| Where love is fervent, fain and fast | |
| And knoweth not decay | |
| There nimbly fleet the seasons past | |
| Accounted as one day.' |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| By chance it was i met my love | |
| It did me much surprise | |
| Down by a shady myrtle grove | |
| Just as the sun did rise. | |
| The birds they sang right gloriously | |
| And pleasent was the air | |
| And there was non save she and i | |
| Among the flowers fair. | |
| In dewy grass and green we walked | |
| She timid was and coy | |
| How can' st thou choose but pity me | |
| My pretty pearl, my joy | |
| How comes it that thou stroll this way? | |
| Sweet maiden tell me true | |
| Before bright phoebus' glittering ray | |
| Has supped the morning dew? | |
| I go to tend the flocks i love | |
| The ewes and tender lambs | |
| That pasture by the myrtle grove | |
| That gambol by their dams | |
| There i enjoy a pure content | |
| At dawning of the day | |
| Then, hand in hand, we lovers went | |
| To see the flock at play. | |
| And as we wended down the road | |
| I said to her, ' sweet maid, | |
| Three years i in my place abode | |
| And three more must be stayed | |
| The three that i am bound so fast | |
| O fairest wait for me | |
| And when the weary years are past | |
| Then wedded we will be.' | |
| ' three years are long, three times too long | |
| Too lengthy the delay' | |
| And then i answered in my song | |
| ' hope wastes them quick away | |
| Where love is fervent, fain and fast | |
| And knoweth not decay | |
| There nimbly fleet the seasons past | |
| Accounted as one day.' |