那佈滿青苔的木桶，我那麼珍惜，
中午我從田裏歸來，
它常常給我帶來快樂無比，
帶來大自然生就的最純最甜的東西。
我用火辣辣的手熱烈地抓住它，
迅速將它放到白鵝卵石鋪的井底，
木桶很快就溢滿了水──真實的象徵，
它一邊從井裏升起一邊還流下清涼的水滴。

我從綠色佈滿青苔的井沿將它接住，
把它立在井邊傾向我雙唇，啊，真甜！
就是裝滿紅酒的高腳杯也無法誘我離開，
哪怕是朱庇特飲的瓊漿將杯子裝滿。
現在我遠離可愛的故鄉，
當幻想又回到我父親的莊園，
為那吊在井裏的木桶歎息時，
我的眼裏禁不住湧出惋惜的淚水。

How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood,
    When fond recollection presents them to view!
The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood,
    And every loved spot which my infancy knew,
The wide-spreading pond and the mill that stood by it,
    The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell;
The cot of my father, the dairy house nigh it,
    And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well.

That moss-covered bucket I hailed as a treasure,
    For often at noon, when returned from the field,
I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure,
    The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing,
    And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell.
Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing,
    And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.

How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it,
    As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips!
Not a full, blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
    Tho' filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips,
And now, far removed from the loved habitation,
    The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
As fancy reverts to my father's plantation,
    And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well.