没有人知道这朵小玫瑰

没有人知道这朵小玫瑰——

若不是我将它从道旁摘下

捧起它献给你

它或许是一位朝圣者

只有蜜蜂会思念它——

只有蝴蝶，

长途奔忙——

只为在它的胸脯上停歇——

只有鸟儿感到疑惑——

只有微风不住叹息——

啊，像你这样的，小玫瑰

多么轻易就凋谢！

Nobody knows this little Rose

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!