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ter Raleigh

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move,
To live with thee, and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields,
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds,
The Coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love.
Translation

If the world was more Eden-like,
and you speak of the truth,
Then the nice, fine gifts you offer might tempt me to go live with you and be your lover.

But the winter comes and moves your sheep from the field into the pen,
The cold sets in the river and rocks,
making all the songbirds leave,
While everyone starts to complain of what to expect this coming winter.

Winter comes and ruins the fields,
Which is unfortunate for you since you love spring, and hate fall since the crops rot.

All the gifts you gave to me.
They will have come to nothing but regret with age.

Even the things that are really expensive,
They don’t compel me to go live with you and be your lover.

But if the world was more Eden-like,
and the spring and summer always last,
Then what you promised me might move me to go live with you and be your lover

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 2:

Ter Raleigh

If all the World and Love were Young,
And Truth in every Shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might Me Move,
To Live with Thee, and be Thy Love.

Time Drives the flocks from Field to Fold,
When Rivers Rage and Rocks Grow. cold,
and Philomel becometh dumb,
The Rest complains of Cares to Come.

The flowers do Fade, and Wanton fields,
to wayward Winter reckoning yields;
A Honey tongue, a Heart of Gall,
Is fancy's Spring, but Sorrow's Fall.

Thy gowns,. Thy shoes, Thy beds of Roses,
Thy Cap, Thy a kirtle, and Thy Posies
Soon break, Soon wither, Soon forgotten,
in Folly ripe, in REASON rotten.

Thy Belt of Straw and Ivy buds,
The Coral clasps and Amber studs,
All. these in Me no means Can Move
to Come to Thee and be Thy Love.

But could Youth last, and Love still breed,
Had joys no date, NOR Age no Need,
Then these Delights My Mind might Move
to Live with Thee, and be. Thy Love.
Translation

If the World was more Eden-like,
and You Speak of the Truth,
Then the Nice, Fine Gifts You Offer might tempt Me to Go Live with You and be your Lover.

But the Winter comes and Moves your Sheep from. the Field Into the Pen,
The cold sets in the River and Rocks,
Making all the songbirds leave,
While everyone starts to complain of what to expect this Coming Winter.

Winter comes and Ruins the fields,
Which is unfortunate for You since You Love Spring. , and since the Hate Fall Crops Rot.

All the Gifts You Gave to Me.
They have Will Come to Nothing but regret with Age.

Even the Things that are expensive Really,
They do not compel Me to Go Live with You and your be. Lover.

But if the World was more Eden-like,
and the Spring and Summer always last,
You Promised Me Then what might Move Me to Go Live with You and be your Lover.