The Primrose

★ The Primrose ☆ Poetry by Thomas Carew Ask me why I send you here The firstling of the infant year; Ask me why I send to you This primrose all bepearled with dew: I straight will whisper in your ears, The sweets of love are washed with tears. Ask me why this flower doth show So yellow, green, and sickly too; Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending, yet it doth not break: I must tell you, these discover What doubts and fears are in a lover. ▲ Chinese Translation ★ 报春花 ☆ [英国] 托马斯•卡鲁（1594-1640） 诗 ☆ [中国] 罗志海 (1954-) 译 问我为什么送你来这里 婴儿今年新产品 问我为什么送给你 这珍珠露水报春花 我会一直在你耳边低语 爱的甜点用泪水洗亮 问我为什么这花儿凸显 那么黄、绿，病殃殃 问我为什么弱不禁风的茎杆 弯曲，但不折断 我必须告诉你，这些发现 情人的疑虑、恐惧，还有杜口不言 2015年5月7日翻译 On June 7,2015, Translation