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Quae te dextra mihi rapuit, luscinia, ruscis, illa meae fuerat invida laetitiae. Tu mea dulcisonis implesti pectora musis, atque animum moestum carmine mellifluo. Qua propter veniant volucrum simul undique coetus carmine te mecum plangere Pierio. Spreta colore tamen fueras non spreta canendo. Lata sub angusto gutture vox sonuit, dulce melos iterans vario modulamine Musae, atque creatorem semper in ore canens. Noctibus in furvis nusquam cessavit ab odis, vox veneranda sacris, o decus atque decor. Quid mirum, cherubim, seraphim si voce tonantem perpetua laudent, dum tua sic potuit?
The hand that snatched you from me among the thickets, O nightingale, was envious of my joy. You filled my breast with sweet-sounding songs, and my sorrowful spirit with your honey-flowing melody. Therefore let throngs of birds come together from every side to mourn you with me in Pierian song. Though scorned for your colour, you were not scorned in your singing. A broad voice resounded from your narrow throat, repeating its sweet melody with the Muse's varied measure, and ever singing the Creator with its mouth. In the dusky nights it never ceased from its odes, a voice venerable for holy things, O grace and glory. What wonder is it, if cherubim and seraphim praise the Thunderer with unending voice, when yours could do so thus?
夜鶯啊，那從荊叢中將你奪去的手，乃是嫉妒我的喜樂。你以甜美的歌聲充滿我的胸懷，以蜜般流暢的詩歌充滿我憂傷的心靈。所以願飛鳥的群眾從四面八方一同前來，與我同唱皮埃里亞的歌來哀悼你。你雖因毛色被人輕看，歌唱卻不被輕看。寬廣的歌聲從你狹小的咽喉發出，以繆思多變的旋律一再重複甜美的曲調，並以口不住地歌頌造物主。在昏暗的夜裡，它從不停止它的頌歌——那為聖事所當敬重的歌聲啊，你是榮美與光彩。基路伯與撒拉弗若以不止息的聲音讚美那發雷者，這又有何奇怪，既然你的歌聲也能如此？