3 她貼近我的心 就像花草貼緊大地;她對我說來是如此甜蜜 猶如睡眠之子疲憊的肢體;我對她的愛就是我的整個生命的泛濫 似秋日上漲的河水 無聲地縱情奔流;我的歌和我的愛是一體 就像溪流的潺潺漣漪 以它的波浪和水流歌唱。
我已所剩無幾 其余的都在整個無憂無慮的夏天漫不經(jīng)心地揮霍掉了?，F(xiàn)在 它只夠譜一首短歌唱給你聽;只夠編一個小小的花環(huán) 輕輕攏上你的手腕;只夠用一朵小花做一個耳環(huán) 像一粒圓潤的粉紅色的珍珠 一聲羞赧的低語 懸垂在你的耳環(huán) 只夠在黃昏樹蔭下 小小的賭賽中 孤注一擲 輸個干凈。
我的小船是簡陋的 又容易破損 不能勝任在暴風雨中迎著驚濤駭浪前進。但是 只要你肯輕輕地踏上它 我愿緩緩劃動雙槳。載你沿著河岸航行;那里 深藍的水面上微波蕩漾 如同被夢幻揉皺的睡眠;那里 鴿子在低垂的枝頭咕咕鳴喚 給正午的樹蔭籠上一層憂郁 日落人倦時 我將采一朵露滴晶瑩的睡蓮 簪上你的秀發(fā) 然后向你告別。
4 那驅(qū)使蜜蜂——-這些無形的蹤跡的追隨者——-離開它們蜂房的是什么呀？它們急劇地扇動著的翅膀在傳遞什么消息呢？它們?nèi)绾温牭匠了诨ㄐ牡囊魳纺?？它們又怎樣找到了羞怯無聲地安眠在花房的蜜呢？
5 初夏 綠葉剛剛吐出嫩芽 夏天來到海邊花園里。和煦的南風 輕柔地傳來斷續(xù)的懶洋洋的歌聲。——-天就這樣結(jié)束了。
然而 讓愛之花盛開的夏天來到海濱的花園吧。讓我的歡樂誕生 讓它拍著手兒 和著洶涌澎湃的歌聲翩翩起舞吧。讓清晨甜蜜而又驚奇地睜大眼睛吧。
歲歲年年 你都帶著你第一次走出天堂時撒在路上的四月的鮮花來到人間。因此 你的花的濃郁芬芳里彌漫著如今已成夢境的歲月的聲聲嘆息____那已消亡的世界的眷戀情深的哀思。你的輕風里滿載著已從人類語言中消失的古老的愛的傳奇。
有一天 你突然闖進我因初戀而焦急震顫的心靈 帶來新的奇跡。從此 年復一年 那從未經(jīng)歷過的歡樂的甜柔的羞怯便藏在你檸檬花綠色的蓓蕾里;我心中難描難訴的柔情便留在默默無言 如燃燒的火焰似的紅玫瑰中;我生命中最美好的一頁_____那熱情奔放的五月的時光的深切的懷念 便和著你年年新綠的嫩葉的沙沙聲悄悄低語。
7 昨夜 在花園里 我向你獻上青春洋溢的醇酒。你舉起杯兒 放在唇邊 合上雙眼微笑著。我撩起你的面紗 撥散你的長發(fā) 將你那寧靜而又洋溢著柔情蜜意的臉龐貼在我的胸膛上。昨夜 月光夢一般漫溢在安睡的大地。
8 假如我今天煩躁不安 我愛 寬恕我吧。這是第一場夏雨 河邊的樹木在搖曳顫抖 花繁葉茂的迦澹波樹舉著醇香的酒杯 在勸誘過路的風?？春?天空里道道電光閃爍著投下匆匆的視線 風兒正在你的秀發(fā)上狂跳嬉戲。
假如我今天太殷勤 我愛 請不要生氣。迷蒙的雨幕掩住我們每日所見的景物 村子里一切勞動已經(jīng)停止 牧場上杳無人跡。即將降臨的雨兒在你的黑眼睛里發(fā)現(xiàn)它的音樂 七月在你的門旁等待著用它含苞的素馨簪上你的秀發(fā)。
假如你一定要傾心于我 請不要把它時刻記在心頭。當你笑語盈盈 一雙明眸閃著愛的歡樂 我的回答必然是狂熱而草率的 一點兒也不切合實際___你應把它銘記在心 然后再把它永遠忘卻。
同一條河在我們中間流淌 向它的兩岸低唱著同一支歌。我獨自躺在星光下的沙灘上 傾聽著;晨光微熹中 你一人坐在河岸邊 傾聽著 只是河水對我唱了什么 你不知道;它傾訴給你的 對我也永遠是個難解的謎。
這千古可感而不可見的綠葉的絮語 使我清醒的癡夢幻滅 在蒼鷹盤旋的天邊那杳無人煙 蜜蜂嗡鳴的正午的閑暇里 在淚花晶瑩 握手并坐的戀人無言的纏綿上 落下它們綠蔭的同情 它們輕拂著臥眠床榻的情女起伏的柔胸上的紗麗邊緣。
我想用寶貴的名詞來形容你，我不敢，我怕得不到相當?shù)某陥蟆?/div>
因此我給你苛刻的名字，而夸示我的硬骨。
我傷害你，因為怕你永遠不知道我的痛苦。
我渴望靜默地坐在你的身旁，我不敢，怕我的心會跳到我的唇上。
因此我輕松地說東道西，把我的心藏在語言的后面。
我粗暴地對待我的痛苦，因為我怕你會這樣做。
我渴望從你身邊走開，我不敢，怕你看出我的懦怯。
因此我隨隨便便地昂著走到你的面前。
從你眼里頻頻擲來的刺激，使我的痛苦永遠新鮮。
27 不，我的朋友，我永不會做一個苦行者，隨便你怎么說。
我將永不做一個苦行者，假如她不和我一同受戒。
這是我堅定的決心，如果我找不到一個蔭涼的住處和一個懺悔的伴侶，我將永遠不會變成一個苦行者。
不，我的朋友，我將永不離開我的爐火與家庭，去隱藏到深林里面，
如果在林蔭中沒有歡笑的回響；如果沒有郁金色的衣裙在風中飄揚；
如果它的幽靜不因有輕柔的微語而加深。
我將永不會做一個苦行者。
28 對那些定要離開的客人們，求神幫他們快走，并且掃掉他們所有的足跡。
把舒服的、單純的、親近的微笑著一起抱在你的懷里。
今天是幻影的節(jié)日，他們不知道自己的死期。
讓你的笑聲只作為無意義的歡樂，像浪花上的閃光。
讓你的生命像露珠在葉尖一樣，在時間的邊緣上輕輕跳舞。
在你的琴弦上彈出無定的暫時的音調(diào)吧。
29 你離開我自己走了。
我想我將為你憂傷，還將用金色的詩歌鑄成你孤寂的形象，供養(yǎng)在我的心里。
但是，我的運氣多壞，時間是短促的。
青春一年一年地消逝；春日是暫時的；柔弱的花朵無意義地凋謝，聰明人警告我說，生命只是一顆荷葉上的露珠。
我可以不管這些，只凝望著背棄我的那個人么？
這會是無益的，愚蠢的，因為時間是太短暫了。
那么，來吧，我的雨夜的腳步聲；微笑吧，我的金色的秋天；來吧，無慮無憂的四月，散擲著你的親吻。
你來吧，還有你，也有你！
我的情人們，你知道我們都是凡人。為一個取回她的心的人而心碎，是件聰明的事情么？因為時間是短暫的。
坐在屋角凝思，把我的世界中的你們都寫在韻律時，是甜柔的。
把自己的憂傷抱緊，決受人安慰，是英勇的。
但是一個新的面龐，在我門外偷窺，抬起眼來看我的眼睛。
我只能拭去眼淚，更改我的歌曲的腔調(diào)。
因為時間是短暫的。
30 如果你要這樣，我就停了歌唱。
如果它使你心震顫，我就把眼光從你臉上挪開。
如果使你在行走時忽然驚躍，我就躲開另走別路。
如果在你編串花環(huán)時，使你煩亂，我就避開你寂寞的花園。
如果我使水花飛濺，我就不在你的河邊劃船。
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新月集 鄭振鐸譯
玩具
孩子 你真是快活呀 一早晨坐在泥土里 耍著折下來的小樹枝兒。
我微笑地看你在那里耍著那根折下來的小樹枝兒。
我正忙著算帳 一小時一小時在那里加疊數(shù)字。
也許你在看我 想道：”這種好沒趣的游戲 竟把你的一早晨的好時間浪費掉了！”
孩子 我忘了聚精會神玩耍樹枝與泥餅的方法了。
我尋求貴重的玩具 收集金塊與銀塊。
你呢 無論找到什么便去做你的快樂的游戲 我呢 卻把我的時間與力氣都浪費在那些我永不能得到的東西上。
我在我的脆薄的獨木船里掙扎著要航過欲望之海 竟忘了我也是在那里做游戲了。
金色花
假如我變了一朵金色花 只是為了好玩 長在那棵樹的高枝上 笑哈哈地在風中搖擺 又在新生的樹葉上跳舞 媽媽 你會認識我么？
你要是叫道：”孩子 你在哪里呀？”我暗暗地在那里匿笑 卻一聲兒不響。
我要悄悄地開放花瓣兒 看著你工作。
當你沐浴后 濕發(fā)披在兩肩 穿過金色花的林蔭 走到你做禱告的小庭院時 你會嗅到這花的香氣 卻不知道這香氣是從我身上來的。
當你吃過中飯 坐在窗前讀<<羅摩衍那>> 那棵樹的陰影落在你的頭發(fā)與膝上時 我便要投我的小小影子在你的書頁上 正投在你所讀的地方。
但是你會猜得出這就是你的小孩子的小影子么？
當你黃昏時拿了燈到牛棚里去 我便要突然地再落到地上來 又成了你的孩子 求你講個故事給我聽。
"你到哪里去了 你這壞孩子？”
“我不告訴你 媽媽。”這就是你同我那時所要說的話了。
第一次的茉莉花
呵 這些茉莉花 這些白的茉莉花！
我仿佛記得我第一次雙手滿捧著這些茉莉花 這些白的茉莉花的時候。
我喜愛那日光 那天空 那綠色的大地;
我聽見那河水淙淙的流聲 在黑漆的午夜里傳過來;
秋天的夕陽 在荒原上大路轉(zhuǎn)角處迎我 如新婦揭起她的面紗迎接好的愛人。
但我想起孩提時第一次捧在手里的白茉莉 心里充滿著甜蜜的回憶。
我生平有過許多快活的日子 在節(jié)日宴會的晚上 我曾跟著說笑話的人大笑。
在灰暗的雨天的早晨 我吟哦過許多飄逸的詩篇。
我頸上戴過愛人手織的醉花的花圈 作為晚裝。
但我想起孩提時第一次捧在手里的白茉莉 心里充滿著甜蜜的回憶。
同情
如果我只是一只不狗 而不是你的小孩 親愛的媽媽 當我想吃你的盤里的東西時 你要向我說"不"么？
你要趕開我 對我說道："滾開 你這淘氣的小狗"么？
那末 走罷 媽媽 走罷！當你叫喚我的時候 我就永不到你那里去 也永不要你再喂我吃東西了。
如果我只是一只綠色的小鸚鵡 而不是你的小孩 親愛的媽媽 你要把我緊緊地鎖住 怕我飛走么？
你要對我搖你的手 說道："怎樣的一個不知感恩的賤鳥呀！整夜地盡在咬它的鏈子"么？
那末 走罷 媽媽 走罷！我要跑到樹林里去;我就永不再讓你抱我在你的臂里了。
贈品
我要送些東西給你 我的孩子 因為我們同是漂泊在世界的溪流中的。
我們的生命將被分開 我們的愛也將被忘記。
但我卻沒有那樣傻 希望能用我的贈品來買你的心。
你的生命正是青春 你的道路也長著呢 你一口氣飲盡了我們帶給你的愛 便回身離開我們跑了。
你有你的游戲 有你的游伴。如果你沒有時間同我們在一起 如果你想不到我們 那有什么害處呢？
我們呢 自然的 在老年時 會有許多閑暇的時間 去計算那過去的日子 把我們手里永久失了的東西 在心里愛撫著。
河流唱著歌很快地流去 沖破所有的堤防。但是山峰卻留在那里 憶念著 滿懷依依之情。
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游思集 魏得時譯
1 哦
我渴望珍藏一個秘密
猶如夏日的云朵裹著沒有滴落的雨珠——-個包裹在靜默里的秘密
帶著它我可以四海漂泊。
哦
我渴望在陽光下沉睡的樹林里
溪水潺潺悠悠
在那里有人傾聽我的柔聲細語。
今宵的沉默似乎期盼著一陣足音;你卻問我為何潸然淚下。
我無法向你解釋
因為對于我這還是一個未解之謎。
2 對于你
我猶如黑夜
小花朵兒。
我能給你的只是掩藏在夜色里的安寧和不眠的靜謐。
清晨
當你睜開眼睛
我將把你留給一個蜜蜂嗡鳴
鳥兒啁啾的世界。
我送給你的最后禮物
將是一滴落入你青春深處的淚珠
它將使你的微笑更加甜美;當白天的歡騰殘酷無情之時
它將化作薄霧
隱去你的嬌容。
3 請不要眷戀她的心
我的心兒
讓它留在暗處吧。
假如美麗的只是她的秀姿
微笑的只是她的臉面
那又該怎么樣呢？就讓我毫不遲疑地領(lǐng)受她雙眸顧盼時的單純的意義
而感到幸福。
她的柔臂纏繞著我
我不在意這是否是一張?zhí)摶玫牧_網(wǎng)
因為這羅網(wǎng)本身華麗而珍貴
這欺騙可以付之一笑并且淡忘。
請不要著戀她的心
我的心兒;假如音樂真真切切
而所配的詞不足為信
那么
你也該心滿意足;請欣賞她那舞姿的優(yōu)美
猶如欣賞一棵波光粼粼的迷人的水面上衙舞蹈的百合
管它水下蘊藏著什么。
4 你像湍急而曲折的小溪
載歌載舞
當你輕快地向前奔流
你的步履在歌唱。
我像崎嶇而陡峻的堤岸
緘口無語
沉默如山
陰郁地注視著你。
像巨大而愚蠢的風暴
驀然間隆隆而來
試圖撕碎自己的軀體
并把綜裹在激情的旋風里
四處飄散。
你像纖長而犀利的閃電
劃破惴惴不安的黑暗之心
并在一陣哈哈的大笑中消失蹤影。
5 你將不再用那種難以排遣的悲憫的神情期待我
這使我高興。
只是由于夜晚的魔力和我別離的言語___這些言語也會為自己那絕望的聲調(diào)驚愕
我的眼里才含著盈盈的淚水。但天色終將破曉我的眼睛以及我的心將停止悲泣
而且將沒有時間可用于悲泣。
誰說難以忘懷呢？
死亡的恩寵蟄伏在生命的核心
給生命帶來安息
使它放棄愚蠢的執(zhí)著。
暴烈的大海
終于在它那晃動的搖籃里寧息下來;森林之火
在自己那灰燼的床上沉入夢境。
你和我即將離別
而這離異將珍藏于在陽光下歡笑的生機盎然的草木花卉之下。
6 我暫且忘記自己
所以我來了。
但請你抬起雙眼
讓我察看是否還有一絲往日的陰影仍未飄散
宛若天邊殘留著一絲被奪去雨珠的白云。
請暫且容忍我
若是我忘記自己。
玫瑰依然含苞待放
它們卻還不知道
今年夏天我們無意采集鮮花。
晨星懷著同樣惶恐不安的緘默;晨曦被垂掛在你窗前的樹枝纏住
就像在過去的日子一樣。
我暫且忘記了時過境遷
所以我來了。
我不記得我向你袒露心跡時
你是否轉(zhuǎn)過頭去
使我羞愧難言。
我只記得你哆嗦的嘴唇上欲言又止的話語;我記得在你烏黑的眸子時熱情的影子一閃即逝;猶如暮色里尋覓歸巢的翅膀。
我忘了你已不再記起我
所以我來了。
7 大千世界里
你無窮無盡地變幻
華麗多姿的姑娘。你的香徑上鋪滿了光彩;你輕輕地觸摸
顫顫地催開朵朵鮮花;你的長裙
飄飄地卷起群星舞蹈的旋風;你的來自遙遠天際的美妙的音樂
透過無數(shù)符號和色彩
陣陣地蕩起共鳴的回音。
你孑身獨處在靈魂的無邊寂寞里
沉靜而寂寞的姑娘
你是一個光芒閃耀的景象
是一朵孤獨的蓮花盛開在愛情的莖枝上。
8 我即將離開
她依然默不出聲。但是從一陣微微的顫栗中
我感覺到她迫切的雙臂仿佛想說："啊不
別那么匆忙。"
我時常聽見她央求的纖手
在輕輕一觸間的言語
盡管它們自己也不知所云。
我早已熟悉
這一片刻她的柔臂在期期艾艾地說話
如果不是這樣
它們早就變成一只青春的花環(huán)
纏繞住我的項頸。
在靜謐時刻的蔭蔽之下
這些細微的姿態(tài)又映現(xiàn)在記憶里
它們像逃學的孩童
淘氣地向我泄露她對我隱瞞的秘密。
9 在那來世的遙遠世界里
當我們漫步在陽光下
若能不期而遇
我想我會無限驚訝地停下步履。
我將看見那雙烏黑的眸子里
那時它們已化作晨星;但我也將感覺得出這雙眼睛曾經(jīng)屬于一個被記憶忽略的前世的夜空。
我將恍然洞見你顏容的魅力
并非完完全全是你自己的光彩
在一次無法追憶的相會中
它竊取了我雙眼里那熱情的光芒
爾后又從我的愛情中覓走了神秘的圣輝___這圣輝來自何方已經(jīng)被你遺忘。
10 請放下你的琵琶
我的愛
讓你的柔臂自由地把我擁抱。
讓你的觸摸
把我的洋溢的心兒引向我身體的最邊緣。
請不要把頭兒你垂
也不要把臉兒轉(zhuǎn)開
請你給我一個親吻
一個像久閉在花蕾里的芬芳的親吻。
請不要用多余的言語把這一片刻窒息;讓我們的心兒在寂靜的潛流里顫動
把我們所有的思緒都卷到無邊的喜悅里。
流螢集
My fancies are fireflies, — Specks of living light winkling in the dark.
我的夢幻恰是一團螢火——在幽暗中閃爍著靈動的流光。
The voice of wayside pansies, that do not attract the careless glance, murmurs in these desultory lines.
幽徑邊，紫羅蘭的情愫難以招徠那無心的一瞥，只得吟誦著零亂的詩句喃喃責怨。
In the drowsy dark caves of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day’s caravan.
在靜寂陰暗的心之幽穴，夢想以晝之旅隊遺失于大漠的斷章來營筑棲巢。
Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for the fruits of the future, but for the moment’s whim.
春天拋撒著花瓣，不是為來日的累累碩果，而是因瞬間的妙想遐思。
Joy freed from the bond of earth’s slumber rushes into numberless leaves, and dances in the air for a day.
歡樂自酣寐之塵世釋逸而出，流涌入芳菲葉海，日日在風中搖曳漫舞。
My words that are slight may lightly dance upon time’s waves, when my works heavy with import have gone down.
我的語言無足輕重，然而，當我的作品因蘊意深刻而沉淀時，它們卻能夠踏著歲月的浮波翩躚舞蹈。
Mind’s underground moths grow filmy wings and take a farewell flight in the sunset sky.
生著輕薄紗翼的心之蛾，在落日灑金的碧落中漫舞著離愁。
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
蝴蝶細數(shù)的并非月份，而是瞬間，她的時光因之而富足。
My thoughts, like sparks, ride on winged surprises, carrying a single laughter. The tree gazes in love at its own beautiful shadow which yet it never can grasp.
我的思想宛如焰火，純樸地微笑著，騎跨于驚羨之羽翼。
樹木脈脈情深地凝注著它美麗的倩影，卻永遠無法將它捉住。
Let my love, like sunlight, surround you and yet give you illumined freedom.
讓我的愛如陽光般將你擁抱，并贈你璀璨的自由。
Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless night.
白晝是色彩繽紛的浮沫，于深邃的夜色中浮蕩。
My offerings are too timid to claim your remembrance, and therefore you may remember them.
我的祭奉因你的銘記而羞慚，而你卻因此將其銘記。
Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.
假如我的名字成了負累，就將它從這禮物上拭去吧，但請保留我的詩歌。
April, like a child, writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers, wipes them away and forgets.
四月，像個頑皮的孩子，用鮮花把難懂的字句寫在泥土上又抹去，隨即忘于腦后。
Memory, the priestess, kill the present and offers it heart to the shrine of the dead past.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watchs them play and forget the priest.
“記憶”這個女祭司，她損毀了“現(xiàn)在”，用它的心祭奠那已消逝的舊日祭壇。
孩子們從那莊嚴肅穆的廟宇中雀躍而出，坐在塵埃中，上帝看著他們嬉戲，忘記了那位祭司。
My mind starts up at some flash on the flow of its thoughts, like a brook at a sudden liquid note of its own that is never repeated.
我的心在思想之潮中因剎那之光輝而驀然靈動，正如涓涓清溪因其自身突然迸發(fā)的永不重復的音韻而流轉(zhuǎn)。
In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height; in the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.
在山之巔，“靜止”奔涌而出，探索自己的高峰；在湖中，“運動”安然凝立，思索自己的深邃。
The departing night’s one kiss on the closed eyes of morning glows in the star of down.
漸漸消隱的長夜親吻著清晨微閉的雙眸，這吻化做星辰的耀光。
Maiden, thy beauty is like a fruit which is yet to mature, tense with an unyielding secret.
少女啊，你的美麗宛如漸趨成熟的果實，緊張地隱藏著倔強的秘密。
Sorrow that has lost its memory is like the dumb dark hours that have no bird song, but only the cricket’s chirp.
失憶的哀傷猶如喑啞晦澀的時光，沒有鳥兒的悅鳴，只有蟋蟀唧唧歌唱。
Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kill it.
Wishing to hearten a timid lamp great night lights all her stars.
“偏見”竭力想把真理牢握在手心，誰想竟將它捏死了。
“愿望”想燃起一盞害羞的燈火，廣袤的夜空就亮起了璀璨繁星。
Though he holds in his arms the earthbride, the sky is ever immensely away.
雖然天空想把大地新婦擁進臂彎，但它依然無限遙遠。
God seeks comrades and claims love, the devil seeks slaves and claims obedience.
上帝尋覓同伴并主張愛，魔鬼尋找奴仆并要求臣服。
The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
泥土把樹木綁縛在身上作為服侍她的回報，天空卻毫無所求，任它自由生長。
Jewel like the immortal does not boast of its length of years but of the scintillating point of its moment.
宛若寶石般永恒者，炫耀的并非它悠久的歷史，而是耀亮于瞬間的光芒。
The child ever dwells in the mystery of ageless time, unobscured by the dust of history.
稚童們永居于不朽歲月的玄妙中，不因歷史之微塵而晦黯失色。
A light laughter in the steps of creation carries it swiftly across time.
造物主步履中的微笑，使它瞬間跨越時空。
One who was distant came near to me in the morning, and still nearer when taken away by night.
清晨，那個冷漠的人向我走近，當他被黑夜挾掠而去時，依然向我走近。
White and pink oleanders meet and make merry in different dialects.
白夾竹桃與粉夾竹桃不期而遇，雖然方言不同，但歡笑洋溢。
When peace is active sweeping its dirt, it is storm.
當和風興奮地滌蕩污垢時，它就是風暴。
The lake lies low by the hill, a tearful entreaty of love at the foot of the inflexible.
湖泊俯臥于山麓，淚水漣漣地向堅拒者示愛。
There smiles the Divine Child among his playthings of unmeaning clouds and ephemeral lights and shadows.
那圣潔的孩子在乏味的云層和倏忽變幻的浮光掠影中嬉戲微笑。
The breeze whispers to the lotus,
“What is thy secret?”
“It is myself,”says the lotus, “steal it and I disapper!”
微風向睡蓮竊竊私語：
“你的秘密是什么？”
睡蓮回答說：“是我自己，你竊去了它，我即消失！”
The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the stem join hands in the dance of swaying branches.
暴風雨的自由和樹干的束縛攜手舞蹈于飄搖的枝條中。
The jasmine’s lisping of love to the sun is her flowers.
茉莉呢喃著用花朵來表達對太陽的愛戀。
The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom and yet to keep it for himself.
暴君宣揚自由是為了戕害自由，但他自己卻占有自由。
Gods, tired of their paradise, envy man.
諸神厭倦了他們的天國，對凡人心生艷羨。
Clouds are hills in vapour, hills are clouds in stone — a phantasy in time’s dream.
煙霞之山匯而為云，亂石之云凝而為山，此即時光之夢的幻想。
While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.
上帝期待著以愛構(gòu)筑他的神宇，人們卻帶著石頭趕來。
I touch God in my song as the hill touches the far away sea with its waterfall.
我藉由我的歌聲觸摸上帝，正如高山藉由瀑布觸摸遠海。
Light finds her treasure of colours through the antagonism of clouds.
光線在與云霓的抗衡中覓到了她五光十色的珍寶。
My heart today smiles at its past night of tears like a wet tree glistening in the sun after the rain is over.
我那今日之心含笑面對它滴淚的昨夜，宛如雨后初霽，一棵潮濕的樹在陽光下輝光閃耀。
I have thanked the trees that have made my life fruitful, but have failed to remember the grass that has ever kept it green.
我感謝那讓我的生命碩果累累的樹木，但忘卻了使我生命常青的小草。
The one without second is emptiness, the other one makes it true.
舉世無雙只是虛無，并蒂齊放才讓它真實。
Life’s errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.
諸多生命之錯泣求著慈悲之美調(diào)和它的孤寂，以實現(xiàn)與整體和諧統(tǒng)一。
They expect thanks for the banished nest because their cage is shapely and secure.
他們慶幸舊居已荒廢，因為籠子堅固且美觀。
In love I pay my endless debt to thee for what thou art.
不論你是什么，我那無窮的債務(wù)都會在愛中償還。
The pond sends up its lyrics from its dark in lilies, and the sun says, they are good.
小池在百合花叢倩影中獻上它的抒情詩，太陽對其贊不絕口。
Your calumny against the great is impious,
it hurts yourself;
against the small it is mean,
for it hurts the victim.
你對偉人的中傷有失虔敬，
它只能毀損你自己；
你對小人物的中傷是如此可鄙，
因為它讓受難者蒙受傷害。
The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to the unborn song.
大地初綻的芳花是送給未來之歌的請柬。
Dawn — the many coloured flower — fades, and then simple light fruit, the sun appears.
拂曉——這絢麗多彩的花兒——枯萎了，于是那淳樸的光明之果實——太陽冉冉升起。
The muscle that has a doubt of its wisdom throttles the voice that would cry.
肌肉懷疑智慧扼殺了哭喊之聲。
The wind tries to take the flame by storm only to blow it out.
風企圖用暴力掠取火焰，卻令其熄滅了。
Life’s play is swift.Life’s playthings fall behind one by one and are forgotten.
生命的游戲轉(zhuǎn)瞬即終結(jié)，生命的玩具被逐件遺棄并忘卻。
My flower, seek not thy paradise in a fool’s buttonhole.
我的芳花啊，不要在愚者的紐扣洞里覓求你的天堂。
Thou hast risen late, my crescent moon, but my night bird is still awake to greet thee.
我的新月啊，你已姍姍來遲，但我的夜鶯仍清醒地問候你。
Darkness is the veiled bride silently waiting for the errant light to return to her bosom.
黑夜是薄紗掩面的新娘，恬靜地等待著那流轉(zhuǎn)的光明重回她的懷抱。
Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
森林是大地對諦聽的天宇無休止的傾訴。
The burden of self is lightened when I laugh at myself.
當我自嘲時，自私的重負由之緩解。
The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong.
弱小者也會令人畏懼，因為他們迫切希望表現(xiàn)得強悍。
The wind of heaven blows, the anchor desperately clutches the mud, and my boat is beating its breast against the chain.
天堂之風乍起，錨拼為顧一切要抓住泥漿，我的小舟用胸膛緊偎著鏈鎖。
The spirit of death is one, the spirit of life is many.
When God is dead religion becomes one.
死亡具有惟一性，而生命卻具有多種形式。
當上帝死去，宗教便合而為一。
The blue of the sky longs for the earth’s green, the wind between them sighs, “Alas.”
蒼穹的蔚藍渴盼大地的碧綠，微風在天地間哀嘆：“唉！”
Day’s pain muffled by its own glare, burns among stars in the night.
晝之痛苦被它自身的炫目之光所遮翳，卻在夜的繁星中燃燒。
The stars crowd round the virgin night in silent awe at her loneliness that can never be touched.
聚集于處子之夜的群星，敬畏地凝望著她那永難觸及的孤寂。
The cloud gives all its gold to the departing sun and greets the rising moon with only a pale smile.
云霓將全部黃金傾付給西沉的落日，卻僅以一抹淡淡的微笑向初升的月亮致意。
He who does good comes to the temple gate, he who loves reaches the shrine.
行善者站在神殿門口，博愛者步入殿堂。
Flower, have pity for the worm, it is not a bee, its love is a blunder and burden.
花朵啊，悲憫這小蟲吧，它并非蜜蜂，它的愛僅為一種失誤和煩擾。
With the ruins of terror’s triumph children build their doll’s house.
孩子們以可怖的勝利之殘垣為他們的玩偶建造房屋。
The lamp waits through the long day of neglect for the flame’s kiss in the night.
燈盞度過漫長而冷漠的白晝，靜待夜晚光焰的一吻。
Feathers in the dust lying lazily content have forgotten their sky.
羽毛慵懶而愜意地躺臥于塵埃，遺忘了它們的天空。
The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.
孤零零的小花不必艷羨叢生的荊棘。
The world suffers most from the disinterested tyranny of its well wisher.
世界在漠然的苛政中為善者承受極大的痛楚。
We gain freedom when we have paid the full price for our right to live.
當我們?yōu)樯鏅?quán)付出了全部代價，才贏得了真自由。
Your careless gifts of a moment, like the meteors of an autumn night, catch fire the depth of my being.
須臾，你那隨心所欲的贈禮，宛如秋夜的慧星，燃亮我人性本質(zhì)的火焰。
The faith waiting in the heart of a seed promises a miracle of life which it cannot prove at once.
信仰靜待于種子的心中，承諾一切無法立即檢驗的生命奇跡。
Spring hesitates at winter’s door, but the mango blossom rashly runs out to him before her time and meets her doom.
春天流連于嚴冬的門前，魯莽的芒果花向他飛奔，花期未至她就突遭厄運。
The world is the ever changing foam that floats on the surface of a sea of silence.
世界是幻化無休的泡沫，浮蕩于靜默之海。
The two separated shores mingle their voices in a song of unfathomed tears.
遙相注目的兩岸在難以測度的深海淚歌中彼此唱和。
As a river in the sea, work finds its perfection in the depth of leisure.
猶如江河融入滄海，勞動于安逸中求得完美。
I lingered on my way till thy cherry tree lost its blossom, but the azalea brings to me, my love, thy forgiveness.
我在小徑上躊躇不前，直到你的櫻花落英繽紛，但是，我的愛呀，杜鵑花卻為我送來你的寬恕。
Thy shy little pomegranate bud, blushing today behind her veil, will burst into a passionate flower tomorrow when I am away.
今天，你的嬌羞的小石榴花蕾，躲在面紗后滿臉緋紅；明天，當我離去以后，卻會綻放熱情的花朵。
The clumsiness of power spoils the key, and uses the pickaxe.
權(quán)力拙劣地溺愛著鑰匙，竟利用了鶴嘴鋤。
Birth is from the mystery of night into the greater mystery of day.
新生來自黑夜的神秘，進入更大的白晝的神秘中。
These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not to reach any destination.
我的小小紙船愿意在光陰的漣漪上凌波而舞，卻不想抵達任何港口。
Migratory songs wing from my heart and seek their nests in your voice of love.
飄零的歌曲飛出我的心田，在你愛之呼喚中覓巢。
The sea of danger, doubt and denial around man’s little island of certainty challenges him to dare the unknown.
威脅、疑懼和拒絕的汪洋包圍著人類那小而永恒的島嶼，讓他向未知挑戰(zhàn)。
Love punishes when it forgives, and injured beauty by its awful silence.
愛情賜予寬恕時便是懲罰，并用它駭人的無言傷害了美。
You live alone and unrecompensed because they are afraid of your great worth.
你形只影單地生活，從未有回報，只因他們懼怕你偉大的意義。
The same sun is newly born in new lands in a ring of endless dawns.
無止境的晨曦持續(xù)而來，同一輪旭日從新土地上得以重生。
God’s world is ever renewed by death, a Titan’s ever crushed by its own existence.
神界恒久藉由死亡而新生，魔界卻永遠被其自身的存在而輾碎。
The glow worm while exploring the dust
never knows that stars are in the sky.
土螢蟲在泥土中摸索著，
從不知有滿天繁星。
The tree is of today, the flower is old,
it brings with is the message of the immemorial seed.
樹木在今天茁壯，
花朵卻孕于往昔，
她帶來地老天荒的種子的消息。
Each rose that comes brings me greetings from the Rose of an eternal spring,
God honours me when I work, He loves me when I sing.
每一朵怒放的玫瑰都送給我那來自永恒之春的“玫瑰”的祝福。
當我工作時，上帝賜我榮耀；當我歌唱時，他賜給我愛。
My love of today finds no home in the nest deserted by yesterday’s love.
于昨日之愛遺棄的巢穴中，我的今日之愛無家可歸。
The fire of pain traces for my soul a luminous path across her sorrow.
痛苦之火灼燒著她的憂傷，為我的心探索光明之道。
The grass survives the hill through its resurrections from countless deaths.
小草復蘇于無數(shù)次毀滅，所以大山死去了它依然幸存。
Thou hast vanished from my reach, leaving an impalpable touch in the blue of the sky, an invisible image in the wind moving among the shadows.
你驀然消失于我手掌，一縷恍若不覺的撫觸劃印于湛藍長天，留下飄曳于風之影的無形幻象。
In pity for the desolate branch spring leaves to it a kiss that fluttered in a lonely leaf.
春天憐憫枯枝的凄清而留給它一個曾感動孤葉的親吻。
The sky shadow in the garden loves the sun in silence, Flowers guess the secret, and smile, while the leaves whisper.
花園里的陰影默默地愛著太陽，花兒猜到了這秘密，含情脈脈地微笑，而樹葉卻竊竊細語。
I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.
我是如此欣慰啊，天空沒有翅膀的痕跡，而我已飛過。
The fireflies, twinkling among leaves, make the stars wonder.
流螢在樹叢中光影爍動，令繁星驚詫不已。
The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.
群山表面上被云霧挫敗，實際上始終巋然未動。
While the rose said to the sun, “I shall ever remember thee,” her petals fell to the dust.
正當玫瑰對向陽傾訴“我銘記你至永恒”，她的花瓣已飄零于塵埃。
Hills are the earth’s gesture of despair for the unreachable.
高山是大地向那永難企及的天際展示的絕望站姿。
Though the thorn in thy flower pricked me, O Beauty, I am grateful.
雖然花間的棘刺戳痛了我，美啊，我依然感激。
The world knows that the few are more than the many.
世界知道，少數(shù)比多數(shù)更具力量。
Let not my love be a burden on you, my friend, know that it pays itself.
朋友，勿令我愛成為你的負累，要明白，它認為值得。
Dawn plays her lute before the gate of darkness, and naturally vanish when the sun comes out.
黎明在黑暗之門前彈撥她的琵琶，朝陽升起時她便悄然隱去。
Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
美即是真理的微笑，當她在完美的鏡子前攬鏡自照。
The dew drop knows the sun only within its own tiny orb.
露珠認為太陽僅僅存在于自己圓潤而微小的身體里。
Forlorn thoughts from the forsaken hive of all ages, swarming in thd air, hum round my heart and seek my voice.
絕望的思緒，從世代荒棄的蜂巢飛出，漫天而舞，圍繞在我心頭嚶嚀吟唱，覓求我的和聲。
The desert is imprisoned the wall of its unbounded barrenness.
沙漠被幽禁于它那無限荒涼的沙墻里。
In the thrill of little leaves I see the air’s invisible dance,
and in their glimmering the secret heart beats of the sky.
纖弱葉兒的輕顫令我欣賞到無形的氣息之舞，
它們微弱的流光令我窺見了天空秘密的心跳。
You are like a flowering tree, amazed when I praise you for your gifts.
你宛如綴滿繁花的綠樹，因我對你天賦的贊美而詫異。
The earth’s scarifical fire flames up in her tress, scattering sparks in flowers.
大地的祭火在她的樹林里光焰升騰，飛濺的火焰在花叢中四散紛落。
Forests, the clouds of earth, hold their silence up to the sky, and clouds from above come down in resonant showers.
森林，這地之云，將其寂靜奉獻給蒼穹，穹之云以驟雨與其共鳴。
The world speaks to me in pictures, my soul answers in music.
世界以圖景和我交流，我的靈魂以音樂作答。
The sky tells its beads all night on the countless stars in memory of the sun.
碧空整夜對它的露珠談起諸多繁星，以此緬懷太陽。
The darkness of night, like pain, is dumb, the darkness of dawn, like peace, is silent.
夜之黑暗，宛如痛苦般喑啞無聲；拂曉的黑暗，宛如和平般緘默不語。
Pride engraves his frowns in stones, love offers her surrender in flowers.
矝傲將不悅鐫于頑石，愛情的悅服獻自花朵。
The obsequious brush curtails truth in deference to the canvas which is narrow.
阿諛的畫筆順從目光短淺的畫布，真理因而被削弱。
The hill in its longing for the far away sky wishes to be like the cloud with its endless urge of seeking.
山丘渴求遠天時，情愿如流云般追尋至永恒。
To justify their own spilling of ink they spell the day as night.
為了要證明潑濺墨水是正確之舉，他們把白天寫成黑夜。
飛鳥集 Stray Birds
１
夏天的飛鳥，飛到我的窗前唱歌，又飛去了。
秋天的黃葉，它們沒有什么可唱，只嘆息一聲，飛落在那里。
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 sign.
２
世界上的一隊小小的漂泊者呀，請留下你們的足印在我的文字里。
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
３
世界對著它的愛人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。
它變小了，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.
４
是大地的淚點，使她的微笑保持著青春不謝。
It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.
５
無垠的沙漠熱烈追求一葉綠草的愛，她搖搖頭笑著飛開了。
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who
shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
６
如果你因失去了太陽而流淚，那么你也將失去群星了。
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
７
跳舞著的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌聲，你的流動呢。你肯挾
瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing
water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
８
她的熱切的臉，如夜雨似的，攪擾著我的夢魂。
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
９
有一次，我們夢見大家都是不相識的。
我們醒了，卻知道我們原是相親相愛的。
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
１０
憂思在我的心里平靜下去，正如暮色降臨在寂靜的山林中。
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among
the silent trees.
１１
有些看不見的手，如懶懶的微（風思）的，正在我的心上奏著
潺（氵爰）的樂聲。
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart
the music of the ripples.
１２
“海水呀，你說的是什么？”
“是永恒的疑問。”
“天空呀，你回答的話是什么？”
“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.
１３
靜靜地聽，我的心呀，聽那世界的低語，這是它對你求愛的表示呀。
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes
love to you.
１４
創(chuàng)造的神秘，有如夜間的黑暗－－是偉大的。而知識的幻影卻不過如晨間
之霧。
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
１５
不要因為峭壁是高的，便讓你的愛情坐在峭壁上。
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
１６
我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一個路人似的，停留了一會，向我點點頭又走過
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.
１７
這些微（風思），是樹葉的簌簌之聲呀；它們在我的心里歡悅地微語著。
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their
whisper of joy in my mind.
１８
你看不見你自己，你所看見的只是你的影子。
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
１９
神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它們雜在你的歌聲中喧叫著呢。
讓我只是靜聽著吧。
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
Let me but listen.
２０
我不能選擇那最好的。
是那最好的選擇我。
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.
２１
那些把燈背在背上的人，把他們的影子投到了自己前面。
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on
their back.
２２
我的存在，對我是一個永久的神奇，這就是生活。
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
２３
“我們蕭蕭的樹葉都有聲響回答那風和雨。你是誰呢，那樣的沉默著？”
“我不過是一朵花。”
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms,
but who are you so silent?"
I am a mere flower.
２４
休息與工作的關(guān)系，正如眼瞼與眼睛的關(guān)系。
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
２５
人是一個初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生長的力量。
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
２６
神希望我們酬答他，在于他送給我們的花朵，而不在于太陽和土地。
God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun
the earth.
２７
光明如一個裸體的孩子，快快活活地在綠葉當中游戲，它不知道人是會欺
詐的。
The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves
happily knows not that man can lie.
２８
啊，美呀，在愛中找你自己吧，不要到你鏡子的諂諛去找尋。
O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
２９
我的心把她的波浪在世界的海岸上沖激著，以熱淚在上邊寫著她的題記：
“我愛你。”
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."
３０
“月兒呀，你在等候什么呢？”
“向我將讓位給他的太陽致敬。”
Moon, for what do you wait?
To salute the sun for whom I must make way.
３１
綠樹長到了我的窗前，仿佛是喑啞的大地發(fā)出的渴望的聲音。
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
３２
神自己的清晨，在他自己看來也是新奇的。
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
３３
生命從世界得到資產(chǎn)，愛情使它得到價值。
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth
by the claims of love.
３４
枯竭的河床，并不感謝它的過去。
The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
３５
鳥兒愿為一朵云。
云兒愿為一只鳥。
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
３６
瀑布歌唱道：“我得到自由時便有了歌聲了。”
The waterfall sing, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."
３７
我說不出這心為什么那樣默默地頹喪著。
是為了它那不曾要求，不曾知道，不曾記得的小小的需要。
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.
３８
婦人，你在料理家務(wù)的時候，你的手足歌唱著，正如山間的溪水歌唱著在
小石中流過。
Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing
like a hill stream among its pebbles.
３９
當太陽橫過西方的海面時，對著東方留下他的最后的敬禮。
The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation
to the East.
４０
不要因為你自己沒有胃口而去責備你的食物。
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
４１
群樹如表示大地的愿望似的，踮起腳來向天空窺望。
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep
at the heaven.
４２
你微微地笑著，不同我說什么話。而我覺得，為了這個，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.
４３
水里的游魚是沉默的，陸地上的獸類是喧鬧的，空中的飛鳥是歌唱著的。
但是，人類卻兼有海里的沉默，地上的喧鬧與空中的音樂。
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.
４４
世界在躊躇之心的琴弦上跑過去，奏出憂郁的樂聲。
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making
the music of sadness.
４５
他把他的刀劍當作他的上帝。
當他的刀劍勝利的時候他自己卻失敗了。
He has made his weapons his gods.
When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
４６
神從創(chuàng)造中找到他自己。
God finds himself by creating.
４７
陰影戴上她的面幕，秘密地，溫順地，用她的沉默的愛的腳步，跟在“光”
后邊。
Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness,
with her silent steps of love.
４８
群星不怕顯得象螢火那樣。
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
４９
謝謝神，我不是一個權(quán)力的輪子，而是被壓在這輪子下的活人之一。
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.
５０
心是尖銳的，不是寬博的，它執(zhí)著在每一點上，卻并不活動。
The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.
５１
你的偶像委散在塵土中了，這可證明神的塵土比你的偶像還偉大。
You idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater
than your idol.
５２
人不能在他的歷史中表現(xiàn)出他自己，他在歷史中奮斗著露出頭角。
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
５３
玻璃燈因為瓦燈叫它做表兄而責備瓦燈。但明月出來時，玻璃
燈卻溫和地微笑著，叫明月為－－－“我親愛的，親愛的姐姐。”
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.
５４
我們?nèi)绾ｚt之與波濤相遇似地，遇見了，走近了。海鷗飛去，波濤滾滾地流
開，我們也分別了。
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.
５５
我的白晝已經(jīng)完了，我象一只泊在海灘上的小船，諦聽著晚潮跳舞的
樂聲。
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.
５６
我們的生命是天賦的，我們惟有獻出生命，才能得到生命。
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
５７
當我們是大為謙卑的時候，便是我們最接近偉大的時候。
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
５８
麻雀看見孔雀負擔著它的翎尾，替它擔憂。
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
５９
決不要害怕剎那－－永恒之聲這樣唱著。
Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
６０
風于無路之中尋求最短之路，又突然地在“無何有之國”終之了它的追求。
The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and suddenly ends
its search in the Nowhere.
６１
在我自己的杯中，飲了我的酒吧，朋友。
一倒在別人的杯里，這酒的騰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.
６２
“完全”為了對“不全”的愛，把自己裝飾得美麗。
The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
６３
神對人說：“我醫(yī)治你所以傷害你，愛你所以懲罰你。”
God says to man, "I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish."
６４
謝謝火焰給你光明，但是不要忘了那執(zhí)燈的人，他是堅忍地站在黑暗當中呢。
Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder
standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
６５
小草呀，你的足步雖小，但是你擁有你足下的土地。
Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under
your tread.
６６
幼花的蓓蕾開放了，它叫道：“親愛的世界呀，請不要萎謝了。”
The infant flower opens its bud and cries, "Dear World, please do not
fade."
６７
神對于那些大帝國會感到厭惡，卻決不會厭惡那些小小的花朵。
God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.
６８
錯誤經(jīng)不起失敗，但是真理卻不怕失敗。
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
６９
瀑布歌唱道：“雖然渴者只要少許的水便夠了，我卻很快活地給與了我的全
部的水。
I give my whole water in joy,
it is enough for the thirsty.
７０
把那些花朵拋擲上去的那一陣子無休無止的狂歡大喜的勁兒，其源泉是在哪
里呢？
Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless
outbreak of ecstasy?
７１
樵夫的斧頭，問樹要斧柄。
樹便給了他。
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.
７２
這寡獨的黃昏，幕著霧與雨，我在我的心的孤寂里，感覺到它的嘆息。
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled
with mist and rain.
７３
貞操是從豐富的愛情中生出來的財富。
Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
７４
霧，象愛情一樣，在山峰的心上游戲，生出種種美麗的變幻。
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring out
surprises of beauty.
７５
我們把世界看錯了，反說它欺騙我們。
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
７６
詩人－－飆風，正出經(jīng)海洋森林，追求它自己的歌聲。
The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.
７７
每一個孩子出生時都帶來信息說：神對人并未灰心失望。
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
７８
綠草求她地上的伴侶。
樹木求他天空的寂寞。
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
７９
人對他自己建筑起堤防來。
Man barricades against himself.
８０
我的朋友，你的語聲飄蕩在我的心里，象那海水的低吟聲繞繚
在靜聽著的松林之間。
Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound
of the sea among these listening pines.
８１
這個不可見的黑暗之火焰，以繁星為其火花的，到底是什么呢？
What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
８２
使生如夏花之絢爛，死如秋葉之靜美。
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
８３
那想做好人的，在門外敲著門；那愛人的看見門敞開著。
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the
gate open.
８４
在死的時候，眾多和而為一；在生的時候，一化為眾多。
神死了的時候，宗教便將合而為一。
In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
Religion will be one when God is dead.
８５
藝術(shù)家是自然的情人，所以他是自然的奴隸，也是自然的主人。
The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her
master.
８６
“你離我有多遠呢，果實呀？”
“我藏在你心里呢，花呀。”
How far are you from me, O Fruit?
I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.
８７
這個渴望是為了那個在黑夜里感覺得到，在大白天里卻看不見的人。
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen
in the day.
８８
露珠對湖水說道；“你是在荷葉下面的大露珠，我是在荷葉上面的較小的露
珠。”
You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller
one on its upper side," said the dewdrop to the lake.
８９
刀鞘保護刀的鋒利，它自己則滿足于它的遲鈍。
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of
the sword.
９０
在黑暗中，“一”視如一體；在光亮中，“一”便視如眾多。
在靜聽著的松林之間。
In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears
as manifold.
９１
大地借助于綠草，顯出她自己的殷勤好客。
The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass.
９２
綠葉的生與死乃是旋風的急驟的旋轉(zhuǎn)，它的更廣大的旋轉(zhuǎn)的圈子乃是在天上
繁星之間徐緩的轉(zhuǎn)動。
The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy
whose wider circles move slowly among stars.
９３
權(quán)勢對世界說道：“你是我的。”
世界便把權(quán)勢囚禁在她的寶座下面。
愛情對世界說道：“我是你的。”
世界便給予愛情以在它屋內(nèi)來往的自由。
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.
９４
濃霧仿佛是大地的愿望。
它藏起了太陽，而太陽原是她所呼求的。
The mist is like the earth's desire.
It hides the sun for whom she cries.
９５
安靜些吧，我的心，這些大樹都是祈禱者呀。
Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.
９６
瞬刻的喧聲，譏笑著永恒的音樂。
The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
９７
我想起了浮泛在生與愛與死的川流上的許多別的時代，以及這些時代之被遺
忘，我便感覺到離開塵世的自由了。
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.
９８
我靈魂里的憂郁就是她的新婚的面紗。
這面紗等候著在夜間卸去。
The sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.
９９
死之印記給生的錢幣以價值，使它能夠用生命來購買那真正的寶物。
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible
to buy with life what is truly precious.
１００
白云謙遜地站在天之一隅。
晨光給它戴上霞彩。
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.
The morning crowned it with splendour.
１０１
塵土受到損辱，卻以她的花朵來報答。
The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
１０２
只管走過去，不必逗留著采了花朵來保存，因為一路上花朵自會繼續(xù)開放的。
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on,
for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
１０３
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.
１０４
遠遠去了的夏之音樂，翱翔于秋間，尋求它的舊壘。
The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking
its former nest.
１０５
不要從你自己的袋里掏出勛績借給你的朋友，這是污辱他的。
Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.
１０６
無名的日子的感觸，攀緣在我的心上，正象那綠色的苔蘚，攀
緣在老樹的周身。
The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round
the old tree.
１０７
回聲嘲笑她的原聲，以證明她是原聲。
The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.
１０８
當富貴利達的人夸說他得到神的特別恩惠時，上帝卻羞了。
God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of His special favour.
１０９
我投射我自己的影子在我的路上，因為我有一盞還沒有燃點起來的明燈。
I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not
been lighted.
１１０
人走進喧嘩的群眾里去，為的是要淹沒他自己的沉默的呼號。
Man goes into the noisy crowed to drown his own clamour of silence.
１１１
終止于衰竭是“死亡”，但“圓滿”卻終止于無窮。
That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is
in the endless.
１１２
太陽只穿一件樸素的光衣，白云卻披了燦爛的裙裾。
The sun has his simple rode of light. The clouds are decked with
gorgeousness.
１１３
山峰如群兒之喧嚷，舉起他們的雙臂，想去捉天上的星星。
The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying
to catch stars.
１１４
道路雖然擁擠，卻是寂寞的，因為它是不被愛的。
The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
１１５
權(quán)勢以它的惡行自夸，落下的黃葉與浮游的云片卻在笑它。
The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow
leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.
１１６
今天大地在太陽光里向我營營哼鳴，象一個織著布的婦人，用一種已經(jīng)被忘
卻的語言，哼著一些古代的歌曲。
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.
１１７
綠草是無愧于它所生長的偉大世界的。
the grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.
１１８
夢是一個一定要談話的妻子。
睡眠是一個默默忍受的丈夫。
Dream is a wife who must talk,
Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
１１９
夜與逝去的日子接吻，輕輕地在他耳旁說道：“我是死，是你的母親。我就
要給你以新的生命。
The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, I am death,
your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.
１２０
黑夜呀，我感覺到你的美了。你的美如一個可愛的婦人，當她把燈滅了的時
候。
I feel thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when
she has put out the lamp.
１２１
我把在那些已逝去的世界上的繁榮帶到我的世界上來。
I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.
１２２
親愛的朋友呀，當我靜聽著海濤時，我好幾次在暮色深沉的黃昏里，在這個
海岸上，感到你的偉大思想的沉默了。
Dear friend, I feel the silence of your great thoughts of many a
deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves.
１２３
鳥以為把魚舉在空中是一種慈善的舉動。
The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a life
in the air.
１２４
夜對太陽說道：“在月亮中，你送了你的情書給我。”
“我已在綠草上留下了我的流著淚點的回答了。”
In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me,
I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.
１２５
偉人是一個天生的孩子，當他死時，他把他的偉大的孩提時代給了世界。
The great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood
to the world.
１２６
不是槌的打擊，乃是水的載歌載舞，使鵝卵石臻于完美。
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles
into perfection.
１２７
蜜蜂從花中啜蜜，離開時營營地道謝。
浮華的蝴蝶卻相信花是應該向它道謝的。
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
如果你不等待著要說出完全的真理，那末把真話說出來是很容易的。
To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
１２９
“可能”問“不可能”道：
“你住在什么地方呢？”
它回答道：“在那無能為力者的夢境里。”
Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.
１３０
如果你把所有的錯誤都關(guān)在門外時，真理也要被關(guān)在門外面了。
If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
１３１
我聽見有些東西在我心的憂悶后面蕭蕭作響，－－我不能看見它們。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
１３２
閑暇在動作時便是工作。
靜止的海水蕩動時便成波濤。
Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
１３３
綠葉戀愛時便成了花。
花崇拜時便成了果實。
The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
１３４
埋在地下的樹根使樹枝產(chǎn)生果實，卻不要什么報酬。
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches
fruitful.
１３５
陰雨的黃昏，風無休止地吹著。
我看著搖曳的樹枝，想念萬物的偉大。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
１３６
子夜的風雨，如一個巨大的孩子，在不合時宜的黑夜里醒來，開始游喜和
喧鬧。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,
has begun to play and shout.
１３７
海呀，你這暴風雨的孤寂的新婦呀，你雖掀起波浪追隨你的情人，但是無
用呀。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
１３８
文字對工作說道：“我慚愧我的空虛。”
工作對文字說道：“當我看見你的時，我便知道我是怎樣地貧乏了。”
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
時間是變化的財富。時鐘模仿它，卻只有變化而無財富。
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，覺得事實太拘束了。
在想象中，她卻轉(zhuǎn)動得很舒暢。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.
１４１
當我到這里那里旅行著時，路呀，我厭倦你了；當是現(xiàn)在，當你引導我到
各處去時我便愛上你，與你結(jié)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
讓我設(shè)想，在群星之中，有一顆星是指導著我的生命通過不可知的黑暗的。
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life
through the dark unknown.
１４３
婦人，你用了你美麗的手指，觸著我的什物，秩序便如音樂似的生出來了。
Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order
came out like music.
１４４
一個憂郁的聲音，筑巢于逝水似的年華中。
它在夜里向我唱道：“我愛你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
１４５
燃著的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
把我從潛藏在灰中的余燼里救出來吧。
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，我屋里的小燈卻沒有點亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
１４７
死文字的塵土沾著你。
用沉默去洗凈你的靈魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
１４８
生命里留了許多罅隙，從中送來了死之憂郁的音樂。
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
１４９
世界已在早晨敞開了它的光明之心。
出來吧，我的心，帶著你的愛去與它相會。
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
１５０
我的思想隨著這些閃耀的綠葉而閃耀；我的心靈因了這日光的撫觸而歌唱；
我的生命因為偕了萬物一同浮泛在空間的蔚藍，時間的墨黑而感到歡快*
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
神的巨大的威權(quán)是在柔和的微（風思）里，而不在狂風暴雨之中。
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
１５２
在夢中，一切事都散漫著，都壓著我，但這不過是一個夢呀。但我醒來時，
我便將覺得這些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便將自由了。
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
落日問道：“有誰繼續(xù)我的職務(wù)呢？”
瓦燈說道：“我要盡我所能地做去，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
采著花瓣時，得不到花的美麗。
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
１５５
沉默蘊蓄著語聲，正如鳥巢擁圍著睡鳥。
Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
１５６
大的不怕與小的同游。
居中的卻遠而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.
The Middling keeps aloof.
１５７
夜秘密地把花開放了，卻讓白日去領(lǐng)受謝詞。
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
１５８
權(quán)勢認為犧牲者的痛苦是忘恩負義。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
１５９
當我們以我們的充實為樂時，那末，我們便能很快樂地跟我們的果實分手
了。
When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
１６０
雨點吻著大地，微語道：“我們是你的思家的孩子，母親，現(xiàn)在從天上回
到你這里來了。”
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
１６１
蛛網(wǎng)好象要捉露點，卻捉住了蒼蠅。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
１６２
愛情呀，當你手里拿著點亮了的痛苦之燈走來時，我能夠看見你的臉，而
且以你為幸福。
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.
１６３
螢火對天上的星說道：“學者說你的光明總有一天會消滅的。”
天上的星不回答它。
The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the
firefly to the stars.
The stars made no answer.
１６４
在黃昏的微光里，有那清晨的鳥兒來到了我的沉默的鳥巢里。
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.
１６５
思想掠過我的心上，如一群野鴨飛過天空。
我聽見它們鼓翼之聲了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
１６６
溝洫總喜歡想：河流的存在，是專為它供給水流的。
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
１６７
世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌聲做報酬。
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.
１６８
壓迫著我的，到底是我的想要外出的靈魂呢，還是那世界的靈魂，敲著我
心的門，想要進來呢？
That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open,
or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?
１６９
思想以他自己的語言喂養(yǎng)它自己而成長起來了。
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
１７０
我把我心之碗輕輕浸入這沉默之時刻中，它盛滿了愛了。
I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
filled with love.
１７１
或者你在工作，或者你沒有。
當你不得不說：“讓我們做些事吧”時，那末就要開始胡鬧了。
Either you have work or you have not.
When you have to say, "Let us do something", then begins mischief.
１７２
向日葵羞于把無名的花朵看作它的同胞。
太陽升上來了，向它微笑，說道：“你好么，我的寶貝兒？”
The sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin.
The sun rose and smiled on it, saying, "Are you well, my darling?"
１７３
“誰如命運似的催著我向前走呢？”
“那是我自己，在身背后大跨步走著。”
Who drives me forward like fate?
The Myself striding on my back.
１７４
云把水倒在河的水杯里，它們自己卻藏在遠山之中。
The clouds fill the watercups of the river, hiding themselves in
the distant hills.
１７５
我一路走去，從我的水瓶中漏出水來。
只剩下極少極少的水供我回家使用了。
I spill water from my water jar as I walk on my way,
Very little remains for my home.
１７６
杯中的水是光輝的；海中的水卻是黑色的。
小理可以用文字來說清楚，大理卻只有沉末。
The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark.
The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great
silence.
１７７
你的微笑是你自己田園里的花，你的談吐是你自己山上的松林的蕭蕭；但
是你的心呀，卻是那個女人，那個我們?nèi)颊J識的女人。
Your smile was the flowers of your own fields, your talk was the rustle
of your own mountain pines, but your heart was the woman that we all know.
１７８
我把小小的禮物留給我所愛的人，－－大的禮物卻留給一切的人。
心的門，想要進來呢？
It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones,
---great things are for everyone.
１７９
婦人呀，你用淚海包繞著世界的心，正如大海包繞著大地。
Woman, thou hast encircled the world s heart with the depth of thy
tears as the sea has the earth.
１８０
太陽以微笑向我問候。
雨，他的憂悶的姐姐，向我的心談話。
The sunshine greets me with a smile.
The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.
１８１
我的晝間之花，落下它那被遺忘的花瓣。
在黃昏中，這花成熟為一顆記憶的金果。
My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.
In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
１８２
我象那夜間之路，正靜悄悄地諦聽著記憶的足音。
I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its
memories in silence.
１８３
黃昏的天空，在我看來，象一扇窗戶，一盞燈火，燈火背后的一次等待。
The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp,
and a waiting behind it.
１８４
太急于做好事的人，反而找不到時間去做好人。
He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
１８５
我是秋云，空空地不載著雨水，但在成熟的稻田中，可以看見我的充實。
I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fulness in the field
of ripened rice.
１８６
他們嫉妒，他們殘殺，人反而稱贊他們。
然而上帝卻害了羞，匆匆地把他的記憶埋藏在綠草下面。
They hated and killed and men praised them.
But God in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.
１８７
腳趾乃是舍棄了其過去的手指。
Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.
１８８
黑暗向光明旅行，但是盲者卻向死亡旅行。
Darkness travels towards light, but blindness towards death.
１８９
小狗疑心大宇宙陰謀篡奪它的位置。
The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.
１９０
靜靜地坐著吧，我的心，不要揚起你的塵土。
讓世界自己尋路向你走來。
Sit still, my heart, do not raise your dust.
Let the world find its way to you.
１９１
弓在箭要射出之前，低聲對箭說道：“你的自由就是我的自由。”
The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth--
Your freedom is mine.
１９２
婦人，在你的笑聲里有著生命之泉的音樂。
Woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.
１９３
全是理智的心，恰如一柄全是鋒刃的刀。
它叫使用它的人手上流血。
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.
It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
１９４
神愛人間的燈光甚于他自己的大星。
God loves man's lamp lights better than his own great stars.
１９５
這世界乃是為美之音樂所馴服了的狂風驟雨的世界。
This world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.
１９６
晚霞向太陽說道：“我的心經(jīng)了你的接吻，便似金的寶箱了。”
My heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss,
cloud to the sun.
１９７
接觸著，你許會殺害；遠離著，你許會占有。
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
１９８
蟋蟀的唧唧，夜雨的淅瀝，從黑暗中傳到我的耳邊，好似我已逝的
少年時代沙地來到我的夢境中。
The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark,
like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.
１９９
花朵向星辰落盡了的曙天叫道：“我的露點全失落了。”
I have lost my dewdrop,
lost all its stars.
２００
燃燒著的木塊，熊熊地生出火光，叫道：“這是我的花朵，我的死亡。”
讓世界自己尋路向你走來。
The burning log bursts in flame and cries, --- "This is my flower, my death."
２０１
黃蜂認為鄰蜂儲蜜之巢太小。
他的鄰人要他去建筑一個更小的。
The wasp thinks that the honeyhive of the neighbouring bees is too small.
His neighbours ask him to build one still smaller.
２０２
河岸向河流說道：“我不能留住你的波浪。
讓我保存你的足印在我的心里吧。”
I cannot keep your waves,
Let me keep your footprints in my heart.
２０３
白日以這小小的地球的喧擾，淹沒了整個宇宙的沉默。
The day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of
all worlds.
２０４
歌聲在天空中感到無限，圖畫在地上感到無限，詩呢，無論在空中，在地
上都是如此。
因為詩的詞句含有能走動的意義與能飛翔的音樂。
The song feels the infinite in the air, the picture in the earth,
the poem in the air and the earth;
For its words have meaning that walks and music that soars.
２０５
太陽在西方落下時，他的早晨的東方已靜悄悄地站在他面前。
When the sun goes down to the West, the East of his morning stands
before him in silence.
２０６
讓我不要錯誤地把自己放在我的世界里而使它反對我。
Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.
２０７
榮譽使我感到慚愧，因為我暗地里求著它。
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
２０８
當我沒有什么事做時，便讓我不做什么事，不受騷擾地沉入安靜深處吧，
一如海水沉默時海邊的暮色。
Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do become untroubled in its
depth of peace like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.
２０９
少女呀，你的純樸，如湖水之碧，表現(xiàn)出你的真理之深邃。
Maiden, your simplicity, like the blueness of the lake, reveals your
depth of truth.
２１０
最好的東西不是獨來的，
它伴了所有的東西同來。
The best does not come alone.
It comes with the company of the all.
２１１
神的右手是慈愛的，但是他的左手卻可怕。
God's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.
２１２
我的晚色從陌生的樹木中走來，它用我的曉星所不懂得的語言說話。
My evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a language
which my morning stars did not know.
２１３
夜之黑暗是一只口袋，迸出黎明的金光。
Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.
２１４
我們的欲望把彩虹的顏色借給那只不過是云霧的人生。
Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists
and vapours of life.
２１５
神等待著，要從人的手上把他自己的花朵作為禮物贏得回去。
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.
２１６
我的憂思纏繞著我，要問我它自己的名字。
My sad thoughts tease me asking me their own names.
２１７
果的事業(yè)是尊貴的，花的事業(yè)是甜美的；但是讓我做葉的事業(yè)吧，葉是謙
遜地，專心地垂著綠蔭的。
The service of the fruit is precious, the service of the flower is
sweet, but let my service be the service of the leaves in its shade of
humble devotion.
２１８
我的心向著闌珊的風張了帆，要到無論何處的蔭涼之島去。
My heart has spread its sails to the idle winds for the shadowy
island of Anywhere.
２１９
獨夫們是兇暴的，但人民是善良的。
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
２２０
把我當做你的杯吧，讓我為了你，而且為了你的人而盛滿水吧。
Make me thy cup and let my fulness be for thee and for thine.
２２１
狂風暴雨象是在痛苦中的某個天神的哭聲，因為他的愛情被大地所拒絕。
The storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the earth refuses.
２２２
世界不會流失，因為死亡并不是一個罅隙。
The world does not leak because death is not a crack.
２２３
生命因為付出了的愛情而更為富足。
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
２２４
我的朋友，你偉大的心閃射出東方朝陽的光芒，正如黎明中的一個積雪的
孤峰。
My friend, your great heart shone with the sunrise of the East like
the snowy summit of a lonely hill in the dawn.
２２５
死之流泉，使生的止水跳躍。
The fountain of death makes the still water of life play.
２２６
那些有一切東西而沒有您的人，我的上帝，在譏笑著那些沒有別的東西而
只有您的人呢。
Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have
nothing but thyself.
２２７
生命的運動在它自己的音樂里得到它的休息。
The movement of life has its rest in its own music.
２２８
踢足只能從地上揚起塵土而不能得到收獲。
Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.
２２９
我們的名字，便是夜里海波上發(fā)出的光，痕跡也不留就抿滅了。
Our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and
then dies without leaving its signature.
２３０
讓睜眼看著玫瑰花的人也看看它的刺。
Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.
２３１
鳥翼上系上了黃金，這鳥便永不能再在天上翱翔了。
Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.
２３２
我們地方的荷花又在這陌生的水上開了花，放出同樣的清香，只是名字換
了。
The same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with
the same sweetness, under another name.
２３３
在心的遠景里，那相隔的距離顯得更廣闊了。
In heart's perspective the distance looms large.
２３４
月兒把她的光明遍照在天上，卻留著她的黑斑給她自己。
The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.
２３５
不要說：“這是早晨”，別用一個“昨天”的名詞把它打發(fā)掉。你第一次
看到它，把它當作還沒有名字的新生孩子吧。
Do not say, "It is morning," and dismiss it with a mane of yesterday.
See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name.
２３６
青煙對天空夸口，灰燼對大地夸口，都以為它們是火的兄弟。
Smoke boasts to the sky, and Ashes to the earth, that they are
brothers to the fire.
２３７
雨點向茉莉花微語道：“把我永久地留在你的心里吧。”
茉莉花嘆息了一聲，落在地上了。
The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart for ever."
The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground.
２３８
腆怯的思想呀，不要怕我。
我是一個詩人。
Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.
I am a poet.
２３９
我的心在朦朧的沉默里，似乎充滿了蟋蟀的鳴聲－－聲音的灰暗的
暮色。
The dim silence of my mind seems filled with crickets' chirp ---
the grey twilight of sound.
２４０
爆竹呀，你對群星的侮蔑，又跟著你自己回到地上來了。
Rockets, your insult to the stars follows yourself back to the earth.
２４１
您曾經(jīng)帶領(lǐng)著我，穿過我的白天的擁擠不堪的旅程，而到達了我的黃昏的
孤寂之境。
在通宵的寂靜里，我等待著它的意義。
Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day to my evening's
loneliness.
I wait for its meaning through the stillness of the night.
２４２
我們的生命就似渡過一個大海，我們都相聚在這個狹小的舟中。
死時，我們便到了岸，各往各的世界去了。
This life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same
narrow ship.
In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds.
２４３
真理之川從它的錯誤之溝渠中流過。
The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.
２４４
今天我的心是在想家了，在想著那跨過時間之海的那一個甜蜜的時候。
My heart is homesick today for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.
２４５
鳥的歌聲是曙光從大地反響過去的回聲。
The bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the earth.
２４６
晨光問毛茛道：“你是驕傲得不肯和我接吻么？”
Are you too proud to kiss me?
２４７
小花問道：“我要怎樣地對你唱，怎樣地崇拜你呢？太陽呀？”
太陽答道：“只要用你的純潔的素樸的沉默。”
How may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?
By the simple silence of thy purity,
２４８
當人是獸時，他比獸還壞。
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
２４９
黑云受光的接吻時便變成天上的花朵。
Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.
２５０
不要讓刀鋒譏笑它柄子的拙鈍。
Let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt.
２５１
夜的沉默，如一個深深的燈盞，銀河便是它燃著的燈光。
The night's silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of
its milky way.
２５２
死象大海的無限的歌聲，日夜沖擊著生命的光明島的四周。
Around the sunny island of Life swells day and night death's
limitless song of the sea.
２５３
花瓣似的山峰在飲著日光，這山豈不象一朵花嗎繝
Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hill, drinking
the sunlight?
２５４
“真實”的含義被誤解，輕重被倒置，那就成了“不真實”。
The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal.
２５５
我的心呀，從世界的流動找你的美吧，正如那小船得到風與水的優(yōu)美似的。
Find your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat
that has the grace of the wind and the water.
２５６
眼不能以視來驕人，卻以它們的眼鏡來驕人。
The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.
２５７
我住在我的這個小小的世界里，生怕使它再縮小一丁點兒。把我抬舉到您
的世界里去吧，讓我高高興興地失去我的一切的自由。
I live in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the
least less. Life me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly
to lose my all.
２５８
虛偽永遠不能憑借它生長在權(quán)力中而變成真實。
The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.
２５９
我的心，同著它的歌的拍拍舐岸的波浪，渴望著要撫愛這個陽光熙
和的綠色世界。
My heart, with its lapping waves of son, longs to caress this green
world of the sunny day.
２６０
道旁的草，愛那天上的星吧，你的夢境便可在花朵里實現(xiàn)了。
Wayside grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers.
２６１
讓你的音樂如一柄利刃，直刺入市井喧擾的心中吧。
Let your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its heart.
２６２
這樹的顫動之葉，觸動著我的心，象一個嬰兒的手指。
The trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of
an infant child.
２６３
小花睡在塵土里。
它尋求蛺蝶走的道路。
The little flower lies in the dust.
It sought the path of the butterfly.
２６４
我是在道路縱橫的世界上。
夜來了。打開您的門吧，家之世界呵！
I am in the world of the roads.
The night comes. Open thy gate, thou world of the home.
２６５
我已經(jīng)唱過了您的白天的歌。
在黃昏的時候，讓我拿著您的燈走過風雨飄搖的道路吧。
I have sung the songs of thy day.
In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path.
２６６
我不要求你進我的屋里。
你到我無量的孤寂里來吧，我的愛人！
I do not ask thee into the house.
Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.
２６７
死亡隸屬于生命，正與生一樣。
舉足是走路，正如落足也是走路。
Death belongs to life as birth does.
The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
２６８
我已經(jīng)學會在花與陽光里微語的意義。－－再教我明白你在苦與死
中所說的話吧。
I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine
---teach me to know thy words in pain and death.
２６９
夜的花朵來晚了，當早晨吻著她時，她顫栗著，嘆息了一聲，萎落在地上
了。
The night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered
and sighed and dropped to the ground.
２７０
從萬物的愁苦中，我聽見了“永恒母親”的呻吟。
Through the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.
２７１
大地呀，我到你岸上時是一個陌生人，住在你屋內(nèi)時是一個賓客，離開你
的門時是一個朋友。
I came to your shore as a stranger, I lived in your house as a guest,
I leave your door as a friend, my earth.
２７２
當我去時，讓我的思想到你那里來，如那夕陽的余光，映在沉默的星天的
邊上。
Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the after glow of
sunset at the margin of starry silence.
２７３
在我的心頭燃點起那休憩的黃昏星吧，然后讓黑夜向我微語著愛情。
Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night
whisper to me of love.
２７４
我是一個在黑暗中的孩子。
我從夜的被單里向您伸出我的雙手，母親。
I am a child in the dark.
I stretch my hands through the coverlet of night for thee, Mother.
２７５
白天的工作完了。把我的臉掩藏在您的臂間吧，母親。
讓我入夢吧。
The day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother.
Let me dream.
２７６
集會時的燈光，點了很久，會散時，燈便立刻滅了。
The lamp of meeting burns long; it goes out in a moment at the parting.
２７７
當我死時，世界呀，請在你的沉默中，替我留著“我已經(jīng)愛過了”這句話
吧。
One word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead,
I have loved.
２７８
我們在熱愛世界時便生活在這世界上。
We live in this world when we love it.
２７９
讓死者有那不朽的名，但讓生者有那不朽的愛。
Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the
immortality of love.
２８０
我看見你，象那半醒的嬰孩在黎明的微光里看見他的母親，于是微笑而又
睡去了。
I have seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the
dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.
２８１
我將死了又死，以明白生是無窮無盡的。
I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
２８２
當我和擁擠的人群一同在路上走過時，我看見您從陽臺上送過來的微笑，
我歌唱著，忘卻了所有的喧嘩。
While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from
the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.
２８３
愛就是充實了的生命，正如盛滿了酒的酒杯。
Love is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.
２８４
他們點了他們自己的燈，在他們的寺院內(nèi)，吟唱他們自己的話語。
但是小鳥們卻在你的晨光中，唱著你的名字，－－因為你的名字便是快樂。
They light their own lamps and sing their own words in their temples.
But the birds sing thy name in thine own morning light, --- for thy
name is joy.
２８５
領(lǐng)我到您的沉寂的中心，使我的心充滿了歌吧。
Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs.
２８６
讓那些選擇了他們自己的焰火咝咝的世界的，就生活在那里吧。
我的心渴望著您的繁星，我的上帝。
Let them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks.
My heart long s for thy stars, my God.
２８７
愛的痛苦環(huán)繞著我的一生，象洶涌的大海似地唱；而愛的快樂卻象鳥兒們
在話林里似地唱著。
Love's pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea, and love's joy
sang like birds in its flowering groves.
２８８
假如您愿意，您就熄了燈吧。
我將明白您的黑暗，而且將喜愛它。
Put out the lamp when thou wishest.
I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.
２８９
當我在那日子的終了，站在您的面前時，您將看見我的傷疤，而知道我有
我的許多創(chuàng)傷，但也有我的醫(yī)治的法兒。
When I stand before thee at the day s end thou shalt see my scars
and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.
２９０
總有一天，我要在別的世界的晨光里對你唱道：“我以前在地球的光里，
在人的愛里，已經(jīng)見過你了。”
Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world,
I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.
２９１
從別的日子里飄浮道我的生命里的云，不再落下雨點或引起風暴了，卻只
給予我的夕陽的天空以色彩。
Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed
rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.
２９２
真理引起了反對它自己的狂風驟雨，那場風雨吹散了真理的廣播的種子。
Truth raises against itself the storm that scatters its seeds broadcast.
２９３
昨夜的風雨給今日的早晨戴上了金色的和平。
The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace.
２９４
真理仿佛帶了它的結(jié)論而來；而那結(jié)論卻產(chǎn)生了它的第二個。
Truth seems to come with its final word; and the final word gives
birth to its next.
２９５
他是有福的，因為他的名望并沒有比他的真實更光亮。
Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
２９６
您的名字的甜蜜充溢著我的心，而我忘掉了我自己的，－－就象您的早晨
的太陽升起時，那大霧便消失了。
Sweetness of thy name fills my heart when I forget mine---like
thy morning sun when the mist is melted.
２９７
靜悄悄的黑夜具有母親的美麗，而吵鬧的白天具有孩子的美麗。
The silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day
of the child.
２９８
但人微笑時，世界愛了他；但他大笑時世界便怕他了。
The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him
when he laughed.
２９９
神等待著人在智慧中重新獲得童年。
God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.
３００
讓我感到這個世界乃是您的愛的成形吧，那末，我的愛也將幫助著它。
Let me feel this world as thy love taking form, then my ove will help it.
３０１
您的陽光對著我的心頭的冬天微笑，從來不懷疑它的春天的花朵。
Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting
of its spring flowers.
３０２
神在他的愛里吻著“有涯”，而人卻吻著“無涯”。
God kisses the finite in his love and man the infinite.
３０３
您越過不毛之年的沙漠而到達了圓滿的時刻。
Thou crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfilment.
３０４
神的靜默使人的思想成熟而為語言。
God's silence ripens man's thoughts into speech.
３０５
“永恒的旅客”呀，你可以在我的歌眾找到你的足跡。
Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.
３０６
讓我不至羞辱您吧，父親，您在您的孩子們身上顯出您的光榮。
Let me not shame thee, Father, who displayest thy glory in thy children.
３０７
這一天是不快活的。光在蹙額的云下，如一個被責打的兒童，灰白的臉
上留著淚痕；風又號叫著，似一個受傷的世界的哭聲。但是我知道，我正
跋涉著去會我的朋友。
Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a
punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of
the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am travelling
to meet my Friend.
３０８
今天晚上棕櫚葉在嚓嚓地作響，海上有大浪，滿月呵，就象世界在心脈悸
跳。從什么不可知的天空，您在您的沉默里帶來了愛的痛苦的秘密？
Tonight there is a stir among the palm leaves, a swell in the sea,
Full Moon, like the heart throb of the world. From what unknown sky hast
thou carried in thy silence the aching secret of love?
３０９
我夢見一顆星，一個光明島嶼，我將在那里出生。在它快速的閑暇深處，
我的生命將成熟它的事業(yè)，象陽光下的稻田。
I dream of a star, an island of light, where I shall be born and in
the depth of its quickening leisure my life will ripen its works like
the rice-field in the autumn sun.
３１０
雨中的濕土的氣息，就響從渺小的無聲的群眾那里來的一陣巨大的贊美歌
聲。
The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of
praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
３１１
說愛情會失去的那句話，乃是我們不能夠當作真理來接受的一個事實。
That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
３１２
我們將有一天會明白，死永遠不能夠奪去我們的靈魂所獲得的東西。因為
她所獲得的，和她自己是一體。
We shall know some day that death can never rob us of that which our
soul has gained, for her gains are one with herself.
３１３
神在我的黃昏的微光中，帶著花到我這里來。這些花都是我過去的，在他
的花籃中還保存得很新鮮。
God comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my
past kept fresh in his basket.
３１４
主呀，當我的生之琴弦都已調(diào)得諧和時，你的手的一彈一奏，都可以發(fā)出
愛的樂聲來。
When all the strings of my life will be tuned, my Master, then at
every touch of thine will come out the music of love.
３１５
讓我真真實實地活著吧，我的上帝。這樣，死對于我也就成了真實的了。
Let me live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true.
３１６
人類的歷史在很忍耐地等待著被侮辱者的勝利。
Man's history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man.
３１７
我這一刻感到你的眼光正落在我的心上，象那早晨陽光中的沉默落在已收
獲的孤寂的田野上一樣。
I feel thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of
the morning upon the lonely field whose harvest is over.
３１８
在這喧嘩的波濤起伏的海中，我渴望著詠歌之鳥。
I long for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts.
３１９
夜的序曲是開始于夕陽西下的音樂，開始于它對難以形容的黑暗所作的莊
嚴的贊歌。
The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset,
in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark.
３２０
我攀登上高峰，發(fā)現(xiàn)在名譽的荒蕪不毛的高處，簡直找不到一個遮身之地。
我的引導者呵，領(lǐng)導著我在光明逝去之前，進到沉靜的山谷里去吧。在那里，一
生的收獲將會成熟為黃金的智慧。
I have scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren
height. Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of
quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom.
３２１
在這個黃昏的朦朧里，好些東西看來都仿佛是幻象一般－－尖塔
的底層在黑暗里消失了，樹頂象是墨水的模糊的斑點似的。我將等待著黎明，而
當我醒來的時候，就會看到在光明里的您的城市。
Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk---the spires whose
bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait
for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.
３２２
我曾經(jīng)受苦過，曾經(jīng)失望過，曾經(jīng)體會過“死亡”，于是我以我在這偉大
的世界里為樂。
I have suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that
I am in this great world.
３２３
在我的一生里，也有貧乏和沉默的地域；它們是我忙碌的日子得到日光與
空氣的幾片空曠之地。
There are tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the
open spaces where my busy days had their light and air.
３２４
我的未完成的過去，從后邊纏繞到我身上，使我難于死去。請從它那里釋
放了我吧。
Release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making
death difficult.
３２５
“我相信你的愛。”讓這句話做我的最后的話。
Let this be my last word, that I trust thy love.
