雙語(yǔ)·英美愛(ài)情詩(shī)歌選 53　風(fēng)能吹向四面八方

53. Of A' the Airts the Wind Can Blaw

——R. Burns

Of a' the airts[1] the wind can blaw

I dearly like the west,

For there the bonie lassie lives,

The lassie I lo'e best.

There wild woods grow, and rivers row,[2]

And monie a hill between,

But day and night my fancy's flight

Is ever wi' my Jean.

I see her in the dewy flowers.

I see her sweet and fair.

I hear her in the tunefu' birds,

I hear her charm the air.

There's not a bonie flower that springs

By fountain, shaw,[3] or green,

There's not a bonie bird that sings,

But minds me o' my Jean.

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[1]directions.

[2]roll.

[3]wood.