Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
From his moist cabinet mounts up on high,
And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
The sun ariseth in his majesty;
Who doth the world so gloriously behold
That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
乏于巢卧丽百灵,
纵高而上离潮窝,
朦胧雾中起晨明,
艳阳出来光热多;
大地万物睹辉煌,
树头高岭色金黄。