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(méi)有人知道這枝小小薔薇 ——

若不是我把它 摘下獻(xiàn)給你

它依舊會(huì)在路邊

象個(gè)朝圣者 花開(kāi)寂寂

僅有一只蜜蜂會(huì)思念它 ——

僅有一只蝴蝶

經(jīng)過(guò)遙遠(yuǎn)的旅程 匆匆飛來(lái) ——

在它的花蕊中停歇 ——

僅有鳥(niǎo)兒會(huì)驚奇 ——

僅有微風(fēng)會(huì)嘆息 ——

唉 這枝小小薔薇 同你一樣

這么容易枯萎至死