帕布莉卡三月天旱根裂隙，
四月甘霖甜依依。
千草万木竞沐浴，
百花即开于露雨。
芬芳西风劲吹拂，
吹绿荒原与林谷；
嫩秧青;晨阳旭，
白羊星座半已去；
鸟儿歌喉美清脆，
谁愿入眠谁愿睡？
When in April the sweet showers fall
That pierce March’s drought to the root and all
And bathed everv vein in liquor that has power
To generate therein and sire the flower;
When Zephyr also has with his sweet breath.
Filled again, in every holt and heath.
The tender shoots and leaves, and the young
sun
His half-course in the sign of the Ram has run.
And many little birds make melody
That sleep through all the night with open eye
Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendered is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne.
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open eye
杰弗雷·乔叟（Geoffrey Chaucer ）
《坎特伯雷故事集·总序》（The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue)
译者：张广奎
精彩点评：
春日载阳，有鸣仓庚。女执懿筐，遵彼微行，爰求柔桑。春日迟迟，采蘩祁祁。女心伤悲，殆及公子同归。
