Stray Birds
飞鸟集
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夏天的飞鸟，飞到我窗前唱歌，又飞去了。
秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away．And yellow leaves of autumn，which have no songs，flutter and fall there with a sigh.
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世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。
O troupe of little vagrants of the world，leave your footprints in my words.
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世界对着它的爱人，把它浩瀚的面具揭下了。
它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover．It becomes small as one song，as one kiss of the eternal.
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是“地”的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
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广漠无垠的沙漠热烈地追求着一叶绿草的爱，但她摇摇头，笑起来，飞了开去。
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
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如果错过了太阳时你流了泪，那么你也要错过群星了。
If you shed tears when you miss the sun，you also miss the stars.
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跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟跛足的泥沙而俱下么？
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement，dancing water．Will you carry the burden of their lameness？
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她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。
Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
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有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲爱的。
Once we dreamt that we were strangers．We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如黄昏在寂静的林中。
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
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有些看不见的手指，如懒懒的微飔似的，正在我的心上，奏着潺湲的乐声。
Some unseen fingers，like an idle breeze，are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
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“海水呀，你说的是什么？”
“是永恒的疑问。”
“天空呀，你回答的话是什么？”
“是永恒的沉默。”
“What language is thine，O sea？”
“The language of eternal question.”
“What language is thy answer，O sky？”
“The language of eternal silence.”
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静静地听，我的心呀，听那“世界”的低语，这是它对你的爱的表示呀。
Listen，my heart，to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
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创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗，——是伟大的。而知识的幻影，不过如晨间之雾。
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night—it is great．Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
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不要因为峭壁是高的，而让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
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我今晨坐在窗前，“世界”如一个过路的人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过去了。
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment，nods to me and goes.
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这些微思，是绿叶的簌簌之声呀；它们在我的心里，愉悦地微语着。
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves；they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
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你看不见你的真相，你所看见的，只是你的影子。
What you are you do not see，what you see is your shadow.
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主呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。让我只是静听着吧。
My wishes are fools，they shout across thy songs，my Master．Let me but listen.
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我不能选择那最好的。是那最好的选择我。
I cannot choose the best．The best chooses me.
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那些把灯背在他们的背上的人，把他们的影子投到他们前面去。
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
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我存在，乃是所谓生命的一个永久的奇迹。
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
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“我们，萧萧的树叶，都有声响回答那暴风雨，但你是谁呢，那样地沉默着？”
“我不过是一朵花。”
“We，the rustling leaves，have a voice that answers the storms，but who are you so silent？”
“I am a mere flower.”
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休息之隶属于工作，正如眼睑之隶属于眼睛。
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
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人是一个初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生长的力量。
Man is a born child，his power is the power of growth.
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上帝希望我们酬答他的，在于他送给我们的花朵，而不在于太阳和土地。
God expects answers for the flowers he sends us，not for the sun and the earth.
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光如一个裸体的孩子，快快活活地在绿叶当中游戏，它不知道人是会欺诈的。
The light that plays，like a naked child，among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.
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啊，美呀，在爱中找你自己吧，不要到你镜子的谄谀中去找呀。
O Beauty，find thyself in love，not in the flattery of thy mirror.
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我的心冲激着她的波浪在“世界”的海岸上，蘸着眼泪在上边写着她的题记：“我爱你。”
My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon it her signature in tears with the words，“I love thee.”
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“月儿呀，你在等候什么呢？”
“要致敬意于我必须给它让路的太阳。”
“Moon，for what do you wait？”
“To salute the sun for whom I must make way.”
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绿树长到了我的窗前，仿佛是喑哑的大地发出的渴望的声音。
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
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上帝自己的清晨，在他自己看来也是新奇的。
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
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生命因了“世界”的要求，得到它的资产，因了爱的要求，得到它的价值。
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world，and its worth by the claims of love.
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干的河床，并不感谢它的过去。
The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
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鸟儿愿为一朵云。
云儿愿为一只鸟。
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
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瀑布歌道：“我得到自由时便有歌声了。”
The waterfall sings，“I find my song，when I find my freedom.”
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我不能说出这心为什么那样默默地颓丧着。那小小的需要，它是永不要求，永不知道，永不记着的。
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence．It is for small needs it never asks，or knows or remembers.
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妇人，你在料理家事的时候，你的手足歌唱着，正如山间的溪水歌唱着在小石中流过。
Woman，when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.
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太阳横过西方的海面时，对着东方，致它的最后的敬礼。
The sun goes to cross the Western sea，leaving its last salutation to the East.
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不要因为你自己没有胃口，而去责备你的食物。
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
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群树如表示大地的愿望似的，竖趾立着，向天空窥望。
The trees，like the longings of the earth，stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.
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你微微地笑着，不同我说什么话，而我觉得，为了这个，我已等待得久了。
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
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水里的游鱼是沉默的，陆地上的兽类是喧闹的，空中的飞鸟是歌唱着的；但是人类却兼有了海里的沉默，地上的喧闹，与空中的音乐。
The fish in the water is silent，the animal on the earth is noisy，the bird in the air is singing．But Man has in him the silence of the sea，the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
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“世界”在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去，奏出忧郁的乐声。
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
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他把他的刀剑当做他的上帝。当他的刀剑胜利时他自己却失败了。
He has made his weapons his gods．When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
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上帝从创造中找到他自己。
God finds himself by creating.
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阴影戴上她的面幕，秘密地，温顺地，用她的沉默的爱的脚步，跟在“光”后边。
Shadow，with her veil drawn，follows Light in secret meekness，with her silent steps of love.
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群星不怕显得像萤火虫那样。
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
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谢谢上帝，我不是一个权力的轮子，而是被压在这轮下的活人之一。
I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it.
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心是尖锐的，不是宽博的，它执着在每一点上，却并不活动。
The mind，sharp but not broad，sticks at every point but does not move.
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你的偶像委散在尘土中了，这可证明上帝的尘土比你的偶像还伟大。
Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
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人在他的历史中表现不出他自己，他在历史中奋斗着露出头角。
Man does not reveal himself in his history，he struggles up through it.
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玻璃灯因为瓦灯叫它做表兄而责备瓦灯，但当明月出来时，玻璃灯却温和地微笑着，叫明月为——“我亲爱的，亲爱的姊姊。”
While the glass lamp rebukes the earthen for calling it cousin，the moon rises，and the glass lamp，with a bland smile，calls her，“My dear，dear sister.”
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我们如海鸥之与波涛相遇似的，遇见了，走近了。海鸥飞去，波涛滚滚地流开，我们也分别了。
Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near．The seagulls fly off，the waves roll away and we depart.
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日间的工作完了，于是我像一只拖在海滩上的小船，静静地听着晚潮跳舞的乐声。
My day is done，and I am like a boat drawn on the beach，listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.
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我们的生命是天赋的，我们惟有献出生命，才能得到生命。
Life is given to us，we earn it by giving it.
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当我们是大为谦卑的时候，便是我们最近于伟大的时候。
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
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麻雀看见孔雀负担着它的尾，替它担忧。
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
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决不要害怕刹那——永恒之声这样地唱着。
Never be afraid of the moments—thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
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飓风于无路之中寻求最短之路，又突然地在“无何有之国”终止它的寻求了。
The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road，and suddenly ends its search in the Nowhere.
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在我自己的杯中，饮了我的酒吧，朋友。
一倒在别人的杯里，这酒的腾跳的泡沫便要消失了。
Take my wine in my own cup，friend．It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.
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“完全”为了对“不全”的爱，把自己装饰得美丽。
The Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
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上帝对人说道：“我医治你，所以要伤害你，我爱你，所以要惩罚你。”
God says to man，“I heal you therefore I hurt，love you therefore punish.”
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谢谢火焰给你光明，但是不要忘了那执灯的人，他是坚忍地站在黑暗当中呢。
Thank the flame for its light，but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
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小草呀，你的足步虽小，但是你拥有你足下的土地。
Tiny grass，your steps are small，but you possess the earth under your tread.
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幼花开放了它的蓓蕾，叫道：“亲爱的世界呀，请不要萎谢了。”
The infant flower opens its bud and cries，“Dear World，please do not fade.”
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上帝对于大帝国会生厌，却决不会厌恶那小小的花朵。
God grows weary of great kingdoms，but never of little flowers.
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错误经不起失败，但是真理却不怕失败。
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
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瀑布歌道：“虽然渴者只要少许的水便够了，我却很快活地给予了我全部的水。”
“I give my whole water in joy，”sings the waterfall，“though little of it is enough for the thirsty.”
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把那些花朵抛掷上去的那一阵子无休无止的狂欢大喜的劲儿，其源泉是在哪里呢？
Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy？
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樵夫的斧头，问树要斧柄。
树便给了它。
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree．The tree gave it.
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这寡独的黄昏，幕着雾与雨，我在我心的孤寂里，感觉到它的叹息了。
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
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贞操是从丰富的爱情中生出来的资产。
Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
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雾，像爱情一样，在山峰的心上游戏，生出种种美丽的变幻。
The mist，like love，plays upon the heart of the hills and brings out surprises of beauty.
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我们把世界看错了，反说它欺骗我们。
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
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诗人的风，正出经海洋和森林，求它自己的歌声。
The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.
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每一个孩子生出时所带的神示说：上帝对于人尚未灰心失望呢。
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
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绿草求她地上的伴侣。
树木求它天空的寂寞。
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth．The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
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人对他自己建筑起堤防来。
Man barricades against himself.
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我的朋友，你的语声飘荡在我的心里，像那海水的低吟之声，绕缭在静听着的松林之间。
Your voice，my friend，wanders in my heart，like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
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这个不可见的黑暗之火焰，以繁星为其火花的，到底是什么呢？
What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars？
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使生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
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那想做好人的，在门外敲着门，那爱人的，看见门敞开着。
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate；he who loves finds the gate open.
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在死的时候，众多合而为一，在生的时候，这“一”化而为众多。上帝死了的时候，宗教便将合而为一。
In death the many becomes one；in life the one becomes many．Religion will be one when God is dead.
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艺术家是自然的情人，所以他是自然的奴隶，也是自然的主人。
The artist is the lover of Nature，therefore he is her slave and her master.
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“你离我有多少远呢，果实呀？”
“我是藏在你的心里呢，花呀。”
“How far are you from me，O Fruit？”
“I am hidden in your heart，O Flower.”
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这个渴望是为了那个在黑夜里感觉得到、在大白天里却看不见的人。
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark，but not seen in the day.
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露珠对湖水说道：“你，是在荷叶下面的大露珠，我是在荷叶上面的较小的露珠。”
“You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf，I am the smaller one on its upper side，”said the dew drop to the lake.
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刀鞘保护刀的锋利，它自己则满足于它的迟钝。
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.
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在黑暗中“一”视若一体，在光亮中，“一”便视若众多。
In darkness the One appears as uniform；in the light the One appears as manifold.
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大地借助于绿草，显出她自己的殷勤好客。
The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass.
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绿叶的生与死乃是旋风的急骤的旋转，它的更广大的旋转的圈子乃是在天上繁星之间徐缓的转动。
The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy whose wider circles move slowly among stars.
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权威对世界说道：“你是我的。”
世界便把威权囚禁在她的宝座下面。
爱情对世界说道：“我是你的。”
世界便给予爱情以在她屋内来往的自由。
Power said to the world，“You are mine.”The world kept it prisoner on her throne．Love said to the world，“I am thine.”The world gave it the freedom of her house.
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浓雾仿佛是大地的愿望。
它藏起了太阳，而太阳乃是她所呼求的。
The mist is like the earth's desire．It hides the sun for whom she cries.
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安静些吧，我的心，这些大树都是祈祷者呀。
Be still，my heart，these great trees are prayers.
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瞬刻的喧声，讥笑着永恒的音乐。
The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
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我想起了浮泛在生与爱与死的川流上的许多别的时代，以及这些时代之被遗忘，我便感觉到离开尘世的自由了。
I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten，and I feel the freedom of passing away.
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我灵魂里的忧郁就是她的新妇的面纱。
这面纱等候着在夜间卸去。
The sadness of my soul is her bride's veil．It waits to be lifted in the night.
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死之印记给生的钱币以价值；使它能够用生命来购买那真正的宝物。
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life；making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
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白云谦逊地站在天之一隅。
晨光给它戴上了霞彩。
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.
The morning crowned it with splendor.
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尘土受到损辱，却以她的花朵来报答。
The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
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只管走过去，不必逗留着去采了花朵来保存，因为一路上，花朵自会继续开放的。
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them，but walk on，for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
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根是地下的枝。
枝是空中的根。
Roots are the branches down in the earth．Branches are roots in the air.
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远远去了的夏之音乐，翱翔于秋间，寻求它的旧垒。
The music of the far-away summer flutters around the autumn seeking its former nest.
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不要从你自己的袋里掏出勋绩借给你的朋友，这是污辱他的。
Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.
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无名的日子的感触，攀缘在我的心上，正像那绿色的苔藓，攀缘在老树的周身。
The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.
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回声嘲笑着她的原声，以证明她是原声。
The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.
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当富贵利达的人夸说他得到上帝的特别恩惠时，上帝却羞了。
God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of his special favor.
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我投射我自己的影子在我的路上，因为我有一盏还没有燃点起来的明灯。
I cast my own shadow upon my path，because I have a lamp that has not been lighted.
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人走进喧哗的群众里去，为的是要淹没他自己的沉默的呼号。
Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamor of silence.
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终止于衰竭的是“死亡”，但“圆满”却终止于无穷。
That which ends in exhaustion is death，but the perfect ending is in the endless.
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太阳穿一件朴素的光衣。白云却披了灿烂的裙裾。
The sun has his simple robe of light．The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.
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山峰如群儿之喧嚷，举起它们的双臂，想去捉天上的星星。
The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms，trying to catch stars.
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道路虽然拥挤，却是寂寞的，因为它是不被爱的。
The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
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权威以它的恶行自夸；落下的黄叶与浮游过的云片都在笑它。
The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall，and clouds that pass by.
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今天大地在太阳光里向我营营哼鸣，像一个织着布的妇人，用一种已经被忘却的语言，哼着一些古代的歌曲。
The earth hums to me today in the sun，like a woman at her spinning，some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.
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绿草是无愧于它所生长的伟大世界的。
The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.
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梦是一个一定要谈话的妻子。
睡眠是一个默默地忍受的丈夫。
Dream is a wife who must talk．Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
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夜与逝去的日子接吻，轻轻地在它耳旁说道：“我是死，是你的母亲。我就要给你以新的生命。”
The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear，“I am death，your mother．I am to give you fresh birth.”
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黑夜呀，我感觉得你的美了，你的美如一个可爱的妇人，当她把灯灭了的时候。
I feel thy beauty，dark night，like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp.
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我把在那些已逝去的世界上的繁荣带到我的世界上来。
I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.
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亲爱的朋友呀，当我静听着海涛时，我有好几次在暮色深沉的黄昏里，在这个海岸上，感得你的伟大思想的沉默了。
Dear friend，I feel the silence of your great thoughts of many a deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves.
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鸟以为把鱼举在空中是一种慈善的举动。
The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a lift in the air.
124
夜对太阳说道：“在月亮中，你送了你的情书给我。”
“我已在绿草上留下我的流着泪点的回答了。”
“In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me，”said the night to the sun.“I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.”
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伟人是一个天生的孩子，当他死时，他把他的伟大的孩提时代给了世界。
The Great is a born child；when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world.
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不是槌的打击，乃是水的载歌载舞，使鹅卵石臻于完美。
Not hammer-strokes，but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.
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蜜蜂从花中啜蜜，离开时营营地道谢。
浮夸的蝴蝶却相信花是应该向它道谢的。
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave．The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
128
如果你不等待着要说出完全的真理，那么把话说出来是很容易的。
To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
129
“可能”问“不可能”道：“你住在什么地方呢？”
它回答道：“在那无能为力者的梦境里。”
Asks the Possible to the Impossible，“Where is your dwelling-place？”
“In the dreams of the impotent，”comes the answer.
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如果你把所有的错误都关在门外时，真理也要被关在外面了。
If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
131
我听见有些东西在我心的忧闷后面萧萧作响，——我不能看见它们。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart—I cannot see them.
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闲暇在动作时便是工作。
静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
Leisure in its activity is work．The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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绿叶恋爱时便成了花。
花崇拜时便成了果实。
The leaf becomes flower when it loves．The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却并不要求什么报酬。
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
135
阴雨的黄昏，风不休地吹着。
我看着摇曳的树枝，想念着万物的伟大。
This rainy evening the wind is restless．I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things.
136
子夜的风雨，如一个巨大的孩子，在不得时宜的黑夜里醒来，开始游戏，和喊叫起来了。
Storm of midnight，like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark，has begun to play and shout.
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海呀，你这暴风雨的孤寂的新妇呀，你虽掀起波浪追随你的情人，但是无用呀。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover，O sea，thou lonely bride of the storm.
138
文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”工作对文字说道：“当我看见你时，我便知道我是怎样地贫乏了。”
“I am ashamed of my emptiness，”said the Word to the Work.“I know how poor I am when I see you，”said the Work to the Word.
139
时间是变化的财富，但时钟在它的游戏文章里却使它只不过是变化而没有财富。
Time is the wealth of change，but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
140
真理穿了衣裳觉得事实太拘束了，
在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight．In fiction she moves with ease.
141
当我到这里，到那里地旅行着时，路呀，我厌倦了你了，但是现在，当你引导我到各处去时，我便爱上你，与你结婚了。
When I travelled to here and to there，I was tired of thee，O Road，but now when thou leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to thee in love.
142
让我设想，在群星之中，有一粒星是指导着我的生命通过不可知的黑暗的。
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
143
妇人，你用了你美丽的手指，触着我的器具，秩序便如音乐似的生出来了。
Woman，with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
144
一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。
它在夜里向我唱道，——“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years．It sings to me in the night，—“I loved you.”
145
燃着的火，以它的熊熊之光焰禁止我走近它。
把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow．Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
146
我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky，but oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
147
死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee．Wash thy soul with silence.
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生命里留了许多罅隙，从这些罅隙中，送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
149
世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。出来吧，我的心，带了你的爱去与它相会。
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning．Come out，my heart，with thy love to meet it.
150
我的思想随着这些闪耀的绿叶而闪耀着，我的心灵接触着这日光也唱了起来；我的生命因为偕了万物一同浮泛在空间的蔚蓝，时间的墨黑中，正在快乐着呢。
My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight；my life is glad to be floating with all things into the blue of space，into the dark of time.
151
上帝的巨大的威权是在柔和的微飔里，而不在狂风暴雨之中。
God's great power is in the gentle breeze，not in the storm.
152
在梦中，一切事都散漫着，都压着我，但这不过是一个梦呀。当我醒来时，我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。
This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress．I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.
153
落日问道：“有谁在继续我的职务呢？”
瓦灯说道：“我要尽我力之所能的做去，我的主人。”
“Who is there to take up my duties？”asked the setting sun.
“I shall do what I can，my Master，”said the earthen lamp.
154
采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
155
沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
156
大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.
The Middling keeps aloof.
157
夜秘密地把花开放了，却让那白日去领受谢词。
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
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权力认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
