53. Of A' the Airts the Wind Can Blaw

——R. Burns

Of a' the airts[1] the wind can blaw

I dearly like the west,

For there the bonie lassie lives,

The lassie I lo'e best.

There wild woods grow, and rivers row,[2]

And monie a hill between,

But day and night my fancy's flight

Is ever wi' my Jean.

I see her in the dewy flowers.

I see her sweet and fair.

I hear her in the tunefu' birds,

I hear her charm the air.

There's not a bonie flower that springs

By fountain, shaw,[3] or green,

There's not a bonie bird that sings,

But minds me o' my Jean.

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[1]directions.

[2]roll.

[3]wood.

53　风能吹向四面八方

彭斯

风能吹向四面八方，

我渴望它吹向西边，

西边住着一位好姑娘，

她是我最爱的美人。

树在那里生长，河在那里流淌，

一座山连着一座山，

但我日夜相思相望，

我的琼永在我身旁。

我看见她站在沾着露珠的鲜花丛中——

她是那般的可爱、漂亮！

我听见她跟善歌的鸟儿同唱，

她的歌声陶醉了林莽。

泉水边，树林间，绿地上，

只要那里有鲜花生长，

只要那里有鸟儿歌唱，

我的琼总让我挂肚牵肠。