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啊,母亲,年轻的王子要从我们门前走过——今天早晨我哪有心思干活呢?
教给我怎样挽发;告诉我应该穿哪件衣裳。
你为什么惊讶地望着我呢,母亲?
我深知他不会仰视我的窗户;我知道一刹那间他就要走出我的视线以外;只有那残曳的笛声将从远处向我呜咽。
但是那年轻的王子将从我们门前走过,这时节我要穿上我最好的衣裳。
啊,母亲,年轻的王子已经从我们门前走过了,从他的车辇里射出朝日的金光。
我从脸上掠开面纱,我从颈上扯下红玉的颈环,扔在他走来的路上。
你为什么惊讶地望着我呢,母亲?
我深知他没有拾起我的颈环;我知道它在他的轮下碾碎了,在尘土上留下了红斑,没有人晓得我的礼物是什么样子,也不知道是给谁的。
但是那年轻的王子曾经从我们门前走过,我也曾经把我胸前的珍宝丢在他走来的路上了。
O mother, the young Prince is to pass by our door, —how can I attend to my work this morning?
Show me how to braid up my hair; tell me what garment to put on.
Why do you look at me amazed, mother?
I know well he will not glance up once at my window; I know he will pass out of my sight in the twinkling of an eye; only the vanishing strain of the flute will come sobbing to me from afar.
But the young Prince will pass by our door, and I will put on my best for the moment.
O mother, the young Prince did pass by our door, and the morning sun flashed from his chariot.
I swept aside the veil from my face, I tore the ruby chain from my neck and flung it in his path.
Why do you look at me amazed, mother?
I know well he did not pick up my chain; I know it was crushed under his wheels leaving a red stain upon the dust, and no one knows what my gift was nor to whom.
But the young Prince did pass by our door, and I flung the jewel from my breast before his path.