起床吧，为羞耻而起床吧，盛开的早晨在她的翅膀上呈现了未剪毛的上帝。看，爱洛把她那美丽的、被新鲜棉絮包裹着的色彩抛向空中;起床吧，可爱的鼻涕虫，看看露珠在草药和树上闪烁。一小时以来，每朵花都向东方哭泣鞠躬;你却不穿衣服，不!连床都没下过?当所有的鸟儿都唱着感恩的赞美诗，唱着感恩的赞美诗，这是一种罪恶，不，亵渎，被关在里面，当一千个处女在这春天，比百灵鸟还早，在五月到来。上升;戴上你的枝叶，让人看见你像春天一样，新鲜而翠绿;像弗洛拉一样甜美。 Take no care For jewels for your gown, or hair; Fear not, the leaves will strew Gems in abundance upon you; Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept; Come and receive them while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night; And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying; Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying. Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees; see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch; each porch, each door ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn, neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love. Can such delights be in the street And open fields and we not see't? Come, we'll abroad; and let's obey The proclamation made for May, And sin no more, as we have done, by staying; But my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying. There's not a budding boy, or girl, this day, But is got up, and gone to bring in May. A deal of youth, ere this, is come Back, and with white-thorn laden, home. Some have despatch'd their cakes and cream, Before that we have left to dream; And some have wept, and woo'd, and plighted troth, And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth; Many a green-gown has been given; Many a kiss, both odd and even; Many a glance too has been sent From out the eye, love's firmament; Many a jest told of the keys betraying This night, and locks pick'd, yet we're not a-Maying. Come, let us go, while we are in our prime; And take the harmless folly of the time. We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun; And as a vapour, or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.