Nobody knows this little Rose --
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it --
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey --
On its breast to lie --
Only a Bird will wonder --
Only a Breeze will sigh --
Ah Little Rose -- how easy
For such as thee to die!
沒有人知道這枝小小薔薇 ——
若不是我把它 摘下獻給你
它依舊會在路邊
象個朝圣者 花開寂寂
僅有一只蜜蜂會思念它 ——
僅有一只蝴蝶
經(jīng)過遙遠的旅程 匆匆飛來 ——
在它的花蕊中停歇 ——
僅有鳥兒會驚奇 ——
僅有微風(fēng)會嘆息 ——
唉 這枝小小薔薇 同你一樣
這么容易枯萎至死