WHERE dips the rocky highland                                   在史洛斯山的深深深处，  
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,                                          群山环抱一湾悠远宁静的湖。
There lies a leafy island                                                  湖的中央有座小岛，绿树成荫，花团锦簇。
Where flapping herons wake                                         那里白鹳拍打着翅膀
The drowsy water-rats;                                                 惊醒了打瞌睡的水老鼠。
There we've hid our faery vats,                                      我们一起采摘浆果和红莓，
Full of berries                                                                装满了有魔法的木桶，
And of reddest stolen chetries.                                       里面盛着满满的幸福。

Come away, O human child!                                         来呀，人类的孩子！                                
To the waters and the wild                                            跟着精灵的指引，牵着彼此的手，
With afacry, hand in hand,                                            一起走进沼泽和荒原。
For the world's morefull of weeping than you                 这个世界有那么多悲伤和忧愁，
can understand.                                                            孩子你永远参悟不透。

Where the wave of moonlight glosses                            那里月光如波荡漾，
The dim grey sands with light,                                        幽暗的沙砾披着光芒。
Far off by furthest Rosses                                             遥远的玫瑰园里
We foot it all the night,                                                  我们一直跳舞，合着古老的乐章，
Weaving olden dances,                                                 从此不觉得黑夜漫长。
Mingling hands and mingling glances                              我们的手臂相织，我们的目光交错，
Till the moon has taken flight;                                        月亮也沉沉睡去了，
To and fro we leap                                                       我们还在唱着跳着，
And chase the frothy bubbles,                                       追逐着晶莹的泡沫，快活的小孩子的模样。

While the world is full of troubles                                   这世界纠结了那么多烦恼，
And is anxious in its sleep.                                             即使睡梦里也放不下提防。
Come away, O human child!                                          来呀，人类的孩子！                           
To the waters and the wild                                             跟着精灵的指引，牵着彼此的手，
With a faery, hand in hand,                                            一起走进沼泽和荒原。
For the world's morefully of weeping than you                这世界有太多的悲伤和忧愁，
can understand.                                                             孩子你永远参悟不透。

Where the wandering water gushes                                那里有潺潺的小溪，从戈拉卡山发源，
From the hills above Glen-Car,.                                     一路流进灌木丛里。
In pools among the rushes                                             水草丛中窄窄的缝隙, 
That scarce could bathe a star,                                      连一颗星星也游不进去。
We seek for slumbering trout                                         我们找到熟睡的鳟鱼，
And whispering in their ears                                            在它耳畔轻声低语，
Give them unquiet dreams;                                             搅得梦乡不得安宁。
Leaning softly out                                                           泪水渗出它的眼角，
From ferns that drop their tears                                      无声地划入溪水里。
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!                                          来呀，人类的孩子！
To to waters and the wild                                               跟着精灵的指引，牵着彼此的手，
With a faery, hand in hand,                                            一起走进沼泽和荒原。
For to world's morefully of weeping than you                 这世界有太多的悲伤和忧愁，
can understand.                                                            孩子你永远参悟不透。

Away with us he's going,                                              那个眼神忧郁的孩子，
The solemn-eyed:                                                        将和我们一起远行。
He'll hear no more the lowing                                       他再也听不到成群的牛犊，
Of the calves on the warm hillside                                 在暖暖的山坡上低吟。
Or the kettle on the hob                                               他再也听不到火灶上的水炉，
Sing peace into his breast,                                            哼着小调，使他内心充满平静。
Or see the brown mice bob                                          他再也看不到棕色的小老鼠，
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.                             围着食物柜来来回回的逡巡。

For he comes, the human child,                                    他来了，人类的孩子，            
To the waters and the wild                                           跟着精灵的指引，牵着他的手，
With a faery, hand in hand,                                          一起走进沼泽和荒原，
from a world more full of weeping than you                  逃离这世界的悲伤和忧愁，
can understand.                                                           因为孩子你永远参悟不透。