Love is like the wild rose-briar. Friendship like the holly-tree.
愛情就像野玫瑰,友情卻如冬青樹。
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms. But which will bloom most constantly?
玫瑰開花時冬青黯無光,但究竟誰能堅持更久長?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring. Its summer blossoms scent the air;
春天野玫瑰燦爛開放,夏日里玫瑰把風兒薰香。
Yet wait till winter comes again. And who will call the wild-briar fair?
但當嚴冬再次來臨之時,誰還會贊美野玫瑰的美麗?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now. And deck thee with the holly's sheen.
那時你不屑于枯萎的玫瑰,而用冬青的光彩將你裝扮。
That when December blights thy brow. He may still leave thy garland green.
當十二月的嚴寒襲上你的眉頭,你的冬青花環(huán)依舊綠意盎然。