“Có con suối nào trong tim em bé nhỏ...” “Have you got a brook in your little heart...”

“Have you got a brook in your little heart...”

Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so –

And nobody, knows, so still it flows,
That any brook is there,
And yet your little draught of life
Is daily drunken there –

Why, look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow,
And the snows come hurrying from the hills,
And the bridges often go –

And later, in August it may be –
When the meadows parching lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life,
Some burning noon go dry!