无心剑按：翻译《飞鸟集》，灌注了我的热情。一向喜欢泰戈尔的作品，而翻译需要字斟句酌，因此，想借此机会，更深地体味他文字的风韵。在我眼里，翻译是与文字的一种亲密接触，心灵也为此轻轻感动。我清楚，自己的译文，也难免错漏，敬请读者批评指正。
《飞鸟集》是印度诗人泰戈尔创作的诗集，它包括325首清丽的无标题小诗，首次出版于1916年。这些诗的基本题材多为极其常见事物，不外乎小草、落叶、飞鸟、星辰、河流等等。
由于诗人忠实于自己的思想，具有敏锐洞察自然、社会的能力和一支善于表达心曲的妙笔，这些形似只言片语的小诗就蕴涵了丰富的思想、深奥的哲理，表现出一种清新明快、优美隽永的风格。 《飞鸟集》在世界各地被译为多种文字版本 ，对于中国的“小诗运动”的产生与发展具有推动作用。
《飞鸟集》中表现了深层的精神追求——爱与和谐的宇宙终极原则或神，描绘自然万物的灵（神）性相通，有机一体，展现人与自然、爱与神的亲密无间、交互融溶，歌赞生命的自由、平等、博爱-从而生成了丰富隽永的人生哲理。在这里神、自然、人与爱的界限己经模糊不清了，诗人追求人与神的合一、爱与神的关系、以及神与自然的统一，渴望与神“完全合一的形象显现”，也就是要达到有限生命与无限生命的统一，就是要达到人的最高的理想境界。为此，诗中揭示，人必须完善自己的人格，要在“思想中摒除虚伪”，要驱走心中“一切的丑恶”，并且只能在“爱”中，在“爱的服务”中与神结合。诗人在诗篇中表达了人生的奉献与人生意义的追求，使诗篇充满着生机。
Stray Birds
迷途飞鸟
Tagore
泰戈尔
１
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.
夏天的迷途飞鸟，来我窗前歌唱，又飞走了。
秋天的黄叶，没有歌儿可唱，叹息一声，飘然落地。
２
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
世上小小的漂泊者呀，将足迹留在我的文字里吧！
３
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
世界向恋人掀开它浩瀚的面具。
渺小若一曲歌谣，一个永恒的吻。
４
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
大地的泪珠，让她笑若花儿绽放。
５
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
大漠渴望一片草叶的爱，可她摇摇头，笑着飞向远方。
６
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
错过太阳，倘若你去流泪，也将错过群星。
７
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
欢舞的流水呀，泥沙阻拦着你，乞求你欢舞歌唱，你可愿承载它跛足的负担？
８
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
她热切的脸，夜雨似的，萦绕在我梦中。
９
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
在睡梦中，我们是陌路人。
醒来却发现，我们相亲相爱。
１０
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
忧伤在我心里慢慢平息，宛如暮色消融于寂静树林。
１１
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
无形的手指，如悠闲的微风，轻抚我心弦，乐声潺潺。
１２
What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.
海水呀，你诉说什么？
——永恒的疑问。
天空呀，你回答什么？
——亘古的沉默。
１３
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
我的心儿，听世界窃窃私语，它在向你求爱呀！
１４
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
创造的玄奥，犹如暗夜，何其伟大！
知识的幻影，犹如晨雾，何其缥缈！
道之玄奥如夜之恢弘；
识之虚幻似雾之朦胧。
１５
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
峭壁高耸入云，莫要栖息爱情！
１６
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
清晨，我坐在窗前，世界犹如过客，稍作停留，对我点点头，又离开了。
１７
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
细微的思绪，是叶儿沙沙作响，在我心里呢喃着喜悦。
１８
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
你看不到自己，只看到你的影子。
１９
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
Let me but listen.
主呀，我的渴望，在你歌里喧嚣，多么愚蠢！
让我静静地倾听吧。
２０
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.
我无法选择最好。
只等最好选择我。
２１
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
那些背着灯笼的人，将他们的影子投到前面。
２２
That I exist is a perpetual surprise, which is life.
我存在着，惊奇不断涌现，这就是生命。
２３
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?
I am a mere flower.
我们这些树叶，沙沙地作响，回应着暴风雨。你是谁？竟如此沉默。
我不过是一朵花。
２４
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
休息是为了工作，正如眼睑是为了眼睛。
２５
Man is a born child; his power is the power of growth.
人类天生是个婴孩，拥有成长的力量。
２６
God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun and the earth.
上帝期待我们答谢，因为他赠送的花朵，而非因为太阳与大地。
２７
The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.
光明像赤裸的孩子，在绿叶间嬉戏，不知人间有欺诈。
２８
O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
美呀，找寻自己吧！在真爱里，不在自恋中。
２９
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."
我的心儿，在尘世的岸边，拍打着她的浪花，含泪写下“我爱你。”
３０
Moon, for what do you wait?
To salute the sun for whom I must make way.
月儿，你在等待什么？
我必须让位给太阳，向他致敬！
３１
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
绿树爬上我的窗，像大地无声的渴望。
３２
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
上帝惊叹他的每个清晨。
３３
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
生命向尘世索取财富，而向爱情索取价值。
３４
The dry riverbed finds no thanks for its past.
干涸的河床对往昔不怀谢意。
３５
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
鸟希望是云。
云希望是鸟。
３６
The waterfall sings, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."
瀑布欢唱：“我一旦自由，便歌声飞扬。”
３７
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.
我说不清为何这颗心默默地憔悴。
是为那永不问起、知晓、或记得的小小需要。
３８
Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.
女人呀，当你料理家务，手足齐唱，宛若山泉在卵石间欢歌。
３９
The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation to the East.
当太阳越过西海时，向东方做最后的致敬。
４０
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
胃口不好，别怪食物。
４１
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand at toe to peep at the heaven.
树林如大地的渴望，踮起脚窥望着天空。
４２
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
你对我微笑，却沉默不语，为此，我感觉已历经漫长等待。
４３
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.
水里的鱼儿沉默，陆上的动物喧闹，空中的鸟儿欢唱。
而人却兼有海洋的沉默，大地的喧闹，与天空的音乐。
４４
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
尘世在流连的心弦上奔跑，弹奏着忧伤的旋律。
４５
He has made his weapons his gods.
When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
他尊奉刀剑为上帝。
刀剑胜时他却败了。
４６
God finds himself by creating.
上帝靠创造认识自己。
４７
Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love.
影子戴上面纱，悄悄、温顺地迈着爱的轻步，随“光”而行。
４８
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
群星不怕像萤火虫那般渺小。
４９
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.
我要谢谢你，我不是权力之轮，而是一个被它碾碎的生灵。
５０
The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.
这颗心呀，敏捷却狭隘，处处执著，却从未感动。
５１
Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
你的偶像粉碎了，散落在尘土中，证明神的尘土比你的偶像更伟大。
５２
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
人类不是在历史中表现自己，而是通过艰苦奋斗穿越历史。
５３
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.
玻璃灯怪瓦灯叫她表妹；月儿升起，却温和笑着，轻声唤着月儿——“我亲爱的，亲爱的姐姐。”
５４
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.
犹如海鸥与波浪相会，我们相遇，彼此靠近。海鸥飞走，波浪荡远，我们依依不舍地道别。
５５
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.
夜幕降临，我像一只船，泊在海滩上，聆听晚潮的舞乐。
５６
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
神赐予我们生命，惟有献出生命，才能赢得生命。
５７
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
当我们最谦卑时，我们最接近伟大。
５８
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
麻雀替孔雀难过，为她负担着长尾。
５９
Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
别怕转瞬即逝的刹那——永恒之声这样唱道。
６０
The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and suddenly ends its search in the Nowhere.
狂风在无路中寻求捷径，又突然消失得无影无踪。
６１
Take my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.
请饮了我杯里的酒吧，朋友。
倒入其它酒杯，泡沫就没了。
６２
The Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
“完全”为了爱“不全”，而把自己打扮得很美。
６３
God says to man, "I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish."
上帝对人说："我治你因此害你，爱你因此罚你。"
６４
Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lamp-holder standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
谢谢火焰的光明吧，但别忘了执灯人一直耐心地站在阴暗处。
６５
Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread.
小草，你步履虽小，却拥有你足下的大地。
６６
The infant flower opens its bud and cries, "Dear World, please do not fade."
幼花绽放了，喊道："亲爱的世界，请不要凋谢啊。"
６７
God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.
上帝厌倦了大国，却从不厌倦小花。
６８
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
经不起失败的，是错误而不是真理。
６９
I give my whole water in joy, sings the waterfall, it is enough for the thirsty.
瀑布唱道："我快乐地给予我的全部，那些水对口渴者足够了。"
７０
Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?
抛洒这些花朵的不断狂喜，它究竟源于何处？
７１
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.
樵夫的斧头，向树乞求斧柄。
树就给他了。
７２
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
这孤独的黄昏，弥漫着雾和雨，我孤寂的心听到它的叹息。
７３
Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
贞洁这财富，源于充沛的爱情。
７４
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring out surprises of beauty.
雾，犹如爱情，在心峰上嬉戏，变幻美的惊奇。
７５
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
我们误读了世界，反说它骗了我们。
７６
The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.
诗人，像风一样，越过大海，穿过森林，寻找他自己的声音。
７７
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
每个诞生的婴儿，都带来这个讯息：上帝对人还未灰心。
７８
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
草铺满大地，求其伴侣。
树伸向天空，求其寂寞。
７９
Man barricades against himself.
人提防着他自己。
８０
Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
我的朋友，你的声音在我心里荡漾，犹如海浪在松林中浅吟低唱。
８１
What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
那未曾见过的、黑暗中的火焰，闪烁如繁星，到底是什么呢？
８２
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
使生如美丽的夏花，死若飘零的秋叶。
８３
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
欲行善之人叩响上帝之门；施爱之人发现上帝之门开着。
８４
In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
Religion will be one when God is dead.
死令众多合而为一；生让一衍化为众多。
当上帝灰飞烟灭，一切宗教将合而为一。
８５
The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her master.
艺术家是自然的爱人，因此，他既是自然的奴仆，也是自然的主人。
８６
How far are you from me, O Fruit?
I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.
果实呀，你离我有多远？
花儿呀，我藏在你心里。
８７
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.
渴望着那个人，夜晚能感觉到他，但白天却看不见他。
８８
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.
露珠对湖水说："你是荷叶下的大露珠，我是荷叶上的小露珠。"
８９
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.
当剑鞘保护剑的锋利时，它满足于自己的迟钝。
９０
In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears as manifold.
黑暗令“一”成为统一；而光明让“一”成为众多。
９１
The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass.
大地借助绿草显示自己的好客。
９２
The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy whose wider circles move slowly among stars.
绿叶的荣枯乃旋涡之急转，而更大的漩涡在群星间缓慢转动。
９３
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.
权势对世界说："你是我的。"
世界便把权势囚禁在王座上。
爱情对世界说："我是你的。"
世界便给予爱情自由的房屋。
９４
The mist is like the earth's desire.
It hides the sun for whom she cries.
浓雾犹如大地发出的渴望。
却隐藏了大地渴求的太阳。
９５
Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.
我的心，静下来吧，这些大树都在祈祷。
９６
The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
瞬间的喧闹嘲弄永恒的音乐。
９７
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.
别的时代，随爱恨生死的河流而被遗忘，当我想起时，便感觉离开尘世的自由。
９８
The sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.
我灵魂的忧伤是新娘面纱。
等待新婚之夜被爱人掀起。
９９
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
死亡的印记，把价值赋予生命的钱币，让它能用生命来购买真正宝贵的东西。
１００
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.
The morning crowned it with splendour.
白云谦恭地站在天之一隅。
清晨以华彩酬劳她的谦恭。
１０１
The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
尘土以美丽的花朵，回报她遭受的轻蔑。
１０２
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
别为采集花朵而逗留，往前走吧，因为一路都有盛开的花朵迎接你。
１０３
Roots are the branches down in the earth.
Branches are roots in the air.
枝潜入大地则为根。
根伸向天空则为枝。
１０４
The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.
夏日远去了，它的音乐，在秋季四处飘扬，找寻着它的旧巢。
１０５
Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.
别把你口袋里的功劳借给你的朋友，这会污辱他的。
１０６
The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.
无名岁月的感触，紧贴我的心，犹如苔藓爬满老树周身。
１０７
The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.
回声，为证明她是原声，竟嘲笑她的原声。
１０８
God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of His special favour.
上帝为富人夸耀祂的特别恩惠而蒙羞。
１０９
I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not been lighted.
我把影子投射在我的小径上，因为我有一盏未点亮的灯。
１１０
Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.
人走进喧闹的人群，淹没了自己无声的呼喊。
１１１
That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is in the endless.
以衰竭告终是死亡，但圆满却是永无止境的。
１１２
The sun has his simple robe of light. The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.
太阳穿着朴素的光袍，云朵披着华丽的衣裳。
１１３
The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.
群山如喧闹的孩童们伸手去抓天上的繁星。
１１４
The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
虽然熙熙攘攘，道路却很寂寞，因为没有人爱它。
１１５
The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.
权势自夸它的恶行，飘零的黄叶与掠过的白云却在嘲笑它。
１１６
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.
今天，大地在阳光下对我哼唱，犹如纺纱女用着被遗忘的语言，哼唱一些古代的歌谣。
１１７
The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.
草叶配得上它生长的伟大世界。
１１８
Dream is a wife who must talk,
Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
梦是个聒噪不停的妻子。
睡是个默默忍受的丈夫。
１１９
The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.
夜晚吻着逝去的白昼，轻轻耳语道："我是死亡，你的母亲。我将给予你新生。
１２０
I feel thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp.
黑夜呀，我感觉你的美，犹如可爱的女人熄灯时散发的美。
１２１
I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.
我把那些世界败落的繁华带进我的世界。
１２２
Dear friend, I feel the silence of your great thoughts of many a deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves.
亲爱的朋友，很多次，暮色深沉，我坐在沙滩上，倾听着海涛，感受你伟大思想的沉默。
１２３
The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a life in the air.
鸟以为让鱼在空中生活是一种善举。
１２４
In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me,
I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.
你以月色为情书向我示爱。
我以绿草上的泪珠来作答。
１２５
The great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world.
伟人是天生的孩子，当他离开尘世，他留下他伟大的童年时代。
１２６
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.
不是锤的敲打，而是水的欢舞，使卵石臻于完美。
１２７
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.
The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
蜜蜂啜蜜后，向花儿嗡嗡作谢。
浮华的蝴蝶，确信花儿该谢他。
１２８
To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
如果你不等着说出完全的真理，那么脱口而出是很容易的。
１２９
Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.
"可能"问"不可能"："你家住何处？"
"不可能"答道："在无助者的梦境里。"
１３０
If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
倘使你把一切错误拒之门外，那么真理也难免同样的命运。
１３１
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart, ---I cannot see them.
有些东西，藏在我心的忧伤之后，我听见了，却看不见它们。
１３２
Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
闲暇在活动时就是工作。
静海翻腾时便波涛汹涌。
１３３
The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
绿叶恋爱时，花儿便绽放了。
花儿崇拜时，果实就成熟了。
１３４
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
地下的树根，让枝头挂满果实，却不求任何回报。
１３５
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things.
风儿在这雨夜，无休止地吹着。
看摇曳的树枝，思万物的伟大。
１３６
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout.
午夜的暴风雨，犹如一个巨童，在黑夜过早醒来，开始了嬉戏和喧闹。
１３７
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou lonely bride of the storm.
海呀，你这暴风雨的寂寞新娘，徒劳地掀起波浪以追随你的爱人。
１３８
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.
文字对工作说："我惭愧呀，为我的空虚。"
工作对文字说："当我见你时，知道我多么贫乏。"
１３９
Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
时间在变化中创造了财富。但在时钟的模仿中，只有变化，而没有财富。
１４０
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.
在事实中，真理穿上了紧身衣。
在想象中，她自由自在地活动。
１４１
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.
路呀，当我四处旅行时，我厌倦了你；可如今，当你给我指引时，在爱中我献身于你。
１４２
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
让我想象那群星中的某颗星，引导我的生命穿越未知的黑暗。
１４３
Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
女人，你用美丽的手指，触摸我的东西，秩序如音乐般涓涓流淌。
１４４
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
一个忧郁声，住在岁月的废墟中。
它在夜里对我轻唱："我爱你。"
１４５
The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
熊熊烈火以它的光焰警告我远离它。
拯救我吧！从潜藏于灰中的余烬里。
１４６
I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
我拥有天空的繁星，
哦，但我家里的小灯却没点亮。
１４７
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
死文字如尘埃紧贴着你。
用沉默洗净你的灵魂吧。
１４８
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
生命的缝隙里传来死亡的哀乐。
１４９
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
世界在清晨已敞开了它的光明之心。
我的心，快出来，带着爱与它相会。
１５０
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.
思绪随闪耀的绿叶而闪烁；心灵因阳光的触摸而欢唱；生命欢快地随万物飘浮在天空的蔚蓝与时间的黑暗中。
１５１
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
上帝的伟力展现在柔风中而非暴雨里。
１５２
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.
在梦中，弥漫的一切，压迫着我，但这只是一个梦呀。
当我醒来，我会发现一切都被你凝聚，于是我自由了。
１５３
Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.
I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.
落日问："谁在那儿继续我的职责？"
瓦灯说："我的主人，我将尽力而为。"
１５４
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
采摘片片花瓣，却失去花的美丽。
１５５
Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
沉默蕴藏着声音，如鸟巢拥抱着睡鸟。
１５６
The Great walks with the Small without fear.
The Middling keeps aloof.
大的不怕与小的同行。
居中的却躲避着小的。
１５７
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
夜晚悄悄地让花开放，却让白昼去领受谢意。
１５８
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
权势把牺牲者的痛苦看作忘恩负义。
１５９
When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
当我们为自己的充实而欣喜时，那么，我们就能快乐地跟我们的果实分手。
１６０
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
雨点吻着大地低语："妈妈，我们是你思家的孩子，从天上回来了。"
１６１
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
蛛网假装捉露珠，却捉住了苍蝇。
１６２
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see your face and know you as bliss.
爱情呀，当你手执痛苦的燃灯走来时，我能看见你的脸沉浸在幸福中。
１６３
The learned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the firefly to the stars.
The stars made no answer.
萤火对群星说："学者说你总有一天将失去光明。"
群星沉默着，不予回答。
１６４
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to the nest of my silence.
黄昏时分，那晨鸟飞进我沉默的巢里。
１６５
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of ducks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
思想穿梭我心，如鸭群掠过长空。
我听见它们展翅的声音。
１６６
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
运河总爱认为河流是专为它供水而存在的。
１６７
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs.
世界以其痛苦亲吻我，要求我用歌声做回报。
１６８
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?
那压迫我的，是我的灵魂企图出去见世面呢，还是那尘世灵魂敲我心门想进来呢？
１６９
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
思想靠语言喂养自己而成长起来。
１７０
I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has filled with love.
我的心杯，此刻已浸入沉默，它盛满了爱。
１７１
Either you have work or you have not.
When you have to say, "Let us do something", then begins mischief.
你要么工作，要么胡闹。
当你不得不说“咱们干些事吧”时，那么，你会开始胡闹。
１７２
The sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin.
The sun rose and smiled on it, saying, "Are you well, my darling?"
向日葵羞于承认那无名花是它的同胞。
太阳升起，却微笑着对无名花说：“亲爱的，你好吗？”
１７３
Who drives me forward like fate?
The Myself striding on my back.
谁如命运似的催我前行呢？
“自我”在我背后大踏步。
１７４
The clouds fill the watercups of the river, hiding themselves in the distant hills.
云把水倒进河的水杯里，却把自己藏在远山之中。
１７５
I spill water from my water jar as I walk on my way,
Very little remains for my home.
我边走，瓶中水边漏。
回家时只剩下一点水。
１７６
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.
杯中水是闪光的；而海里水是漆黑的。
小道理，可用文字说清；大道理，只能大沉默。
１７７
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.
你的微笑是你田园的花朵，你的谈吐是你山上的松涛，但你的心是那众所周知的女人。
１７８
It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones, ---great things are for everyone.
小礼物我留给我爱的人，--大礼物我留给所有的人。
１７９
Woman, thou hast encircled the world's heart with the depth of thy tears as the sea has the earth.
女人，你用泪海环绕世界之心，犹如大海环绕着地球。
１８０
The sunshine greets me with a smile.
The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.
阳光微笑着，向我问候。
雨，他的忧妹，向我倾吐心曲。
１８１
My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.
In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
白天，我的花落下被遗忘的花瓣。
夜晚，它成熟为一颗记忆的金果。
１８２
I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.
我像夜路静静地倾听着记忆的足音。
１８３
The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp, and a waiting behind it.
对我而言，夜空像一扇窗，也像一盏灯，更像灯后的一次等待。
１８４
He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
做好事太心切的人，找不到时间做好人。
１８５
I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fulness in the field of ripened rice.
我是秋云，不含雨水，但那成熟的稻田见证了我的充实。
１８６
They hated and killed and men praised them.
But God in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.
他们仇恨，他们残杀，反而得到赞扬。
但羞愧的上帝匆匆把记忆藏在绿草下。
１８７
Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.
脚趾是那舍弃过去的手指。
１８８
Darkness travels towards light, but blindness towards death.
黑暗驶向光明，但盲者驶向死亡。
１８９
The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.
小狗疑心宇宙阴谋篡位。
１９０
Sit still, my heart, do not raise your dust.
Let the world find its way to you.
我的心，静坐着，别扬起尘埃。
让世界找寻它通往你心灵的路。
１９１
The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth--Your freedom is mine.
在箭离弦前，弓对箭低语："你的自由也是我的自由。"
１９２
Woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.
女人呀，你的笑声中荡漾着生命源泉的音乐。
１９３
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.
It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
心全是逻辑，像刀全是锋刃。
它会让用刀之人受伤而流血。
１９４
God loves man's lamp lights better than his own great stars.
上帝爱人间的灯火，超过他爱自己的巨星。
１９５
This world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.
这狂风暴雨的世界被美之音乐所驯服。
１９６
"My heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss," said the sunset cloud to the sun.
晚霞对太阳说：“你的吻让我的心好似金匣。”
１９７
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
也许，你通过接触毁掉它，通过远离占有它。
１９８
The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.
蟋蟀的唧唧声，夜雨的淅沥声，穿过黑暗传到我耳边，犹如我往昔青春的梦境沙沙作响。
１９９
"I have lost my dewdrop," cries the flower to the morning sky that has lost all its stars.
花朵向星辰落尽的晨空叫道：“我失去了我的露珠。”
２００
The burning log bursts in flame and cries, --- "This is my flower, my death."
燃烧的木块，在熊熊的火光中叫道：“这是我的花朵，我的死亡。”
２０１
The wasp thinks that the honey hive of the neighbouring bees is too small.
His neighbours ask him to build one still smaller.
黄蜂认为他邻居的蜜巢太小。
他的邻居要他筑个更小的巢。
２０２
"I cannot keep your waves," says the bank to the river. "Let me keep your footprints in my heart."
岸向河说：“我留不住你的波浪，让我在心里留下你的足印吧。”
２０３
The day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of all worlds.
白昼，以这小小地球的喧闹，淹没了整个宇宙的沉默。
２０４
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.
歌声感受天空的无垠，图画感受大地的无限，而诗却感受天空和大地的无垠，因为它的词句含有行走的意义与飞翔的音乐。
２０５
When the sun goes down to the West, the East of his morning stands before him in silence.
当太阳西下时，他早晨的东方静静地站在他面前。
２０６
Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.
让我别把自己放错位置而处处不顺。
２０７
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
荣耀使我羞愧，因为我背地里乞求它。
２０８
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.
当我无事可做时，就让我闲着，无忧无虑地享受深邃的宁静吧，犹如海水沉默时海边的暮色。
２０９
Maiden, your simplicity, like the blueness of the lake, reveals your depth of truth.
少女呀，你的纯朴，如碧绿的湖水，呈现你深邃的真理。
２１０
The best does not come alone.
It comes with the company of the all.
最好的东西不是独来的，
它与一切东西结伴而来。
２１１
God's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.
上帝的右手是温柔的，但他的左手是可怕的。
２１２
My evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a language which my morning stars did not know.
我的夜色从陌生丛林中走来，说着我的晨星所不懂的语言。
２１３
Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.
夜的黑暗是爆发出黎明金光的袋子。
２１４
Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.
我们的欲望，把彩虹的颜色，借给那纯粹云雾般的人生。
２１５
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.
上帝等着，把他自己的花朵作为礼物，从人的手中赢回去。
２１６
My sad thoughts tease me asking me their own names.
我的忧思缠着我问它们的名字。
２１７
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.
果的事业是珍贵的，花的事业是甜美的；但让我做叶的事业，谦恭地奉献它的绿荫吧。
２１８
My heart has spread its sails to the idle winds for the shadowy island of Anywhere.
我的心凭着悠闲的风扬帆起航，驶向荫凉岛，无论它在何处。
２１９
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
人群是残酷的，但个人是善良的。
２２０
Make me thy cup and let my fulness be for thee and for thine.
让我做你的杯，为你和你的爱人而斟满酒吧。
２２１
The storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the earth refuses.
暴风雨犹如某个神痛苦的哭声，因为大地拒绝了他的爱情。
２２２
The world does not leak because death is not a crack.
因为死亡并非裂缝，所以世界不会渗漏。
２２３
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
付出的爱情令生命更为富足。
２２４
My friend, your great heart shone with the sunrise of the East like the snowy summit of a lonely hill in the dawn.
我的朋友，你伟大的心灵，闪耀着东方朝阳的光芒，犹如晨光中那白雪皑皑的孤峰之巅。
２２５
The fountain of death makes the still water of life play.
死之源泉使生之止水流动。
２２６
Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.
我的上帝，那些拥有一切而没有你的人，嘲笑那些一无所有而只有你的人。
２２７
The movement of life has its rest in its own music.
律动的生命休憩于它自己的音乐里。
２２８
Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.
踢起的只是尘埃，而非土里的庄稼。
２２９
Our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving its signature.
我们的名字，是夜里海波上闪烁的光，没有留名就消逝了。
２３０
Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.
让看玫瑰的人也看她的刺。
２３１
Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.
鸟翼饰以黄金，鸟儿再也不会在天空翱翔。
２３２
The same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with the same sweetness, under another name.
此地的荷花，在别的水上盛开，同样的清香，但不同的名字。
２３３
In heart's perspective the distance looms large.
心灵的远景，把距离拉得很长很长。
２３４
The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.
月亮把她的光明照遍天空，却把她的黑斑留给自己。
２３５
Do not say, "It is morning," and dismiss it with a name of yesterday.
See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name.
别说“这是早晨”，别用一个昨日的名字来打发它。
看着它，好像第一次，犹如一个新生儿还没有名字。
２３６
Smoke boasts to the sky, and Ashes to the earth, that they are brothers to the fire.
烟尘向天空夸耀，灰烬向大地夸耀，说它们都是火的兄弟。
２３７
The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart forever."
The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground.
雨点对茉莉低语：“永远记住我吧。”
“唉！”茉莉叹息一声，落在地上。
２３８
Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.
I am a poet.
胆怯的思想，别怕我。
我是一个诗人。
２３９
The dim silence of my mind seems filled with crickets' chirp --- the grey twilight of sound.
我暗淡沉默的心，似乎充满蟋蟀声--灰暗暮色的声音。
２４０
Rockets, your insult to the stars follows yourself back to the earth.
火箭呀，你对群星的轻蔑，又随你返回地球了。
２４１
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.
你曾引领我，穿越白昼的拥挤，驶向夜晚的孤寂。
在黑夜的寂静里，我等候着它的意义。
２４２
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.
生时，犹如渡海，我们相会在同一窄船上。
死时，抵达彼岸，我们各往各的世界去了。
２４３
The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.
真理之河，将流过错误的沟渠。
２４４
My heart is homesick today for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.
今天，念着跨越时间之海的那个甜蜜时辰，我的心便患上思乡病。
２４５
The bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the earth.
鸟的歌声是晨光从地球返回的回声。
２４６
"Are you too proud to kiss me?" the morning light asks the buttercup.
晨光问毛茛：“你傲得不愿吻我吗？”
２４７
"How may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?" asked the little flower.
"By the simple silence of thy purity," answered the sun.
小花问：“太阳呀，我要怎样为你歌唱，来表达我的崇拜呢？”
太阳答：“只要静静地，用你的纯洁来表达你的崇拜。”
２４８
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
当人沦为禽兽时，他比禽兽更坏。
２４９
Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.
当光吻了乌云时，乌云就变成天空的花朵。
２５０
Let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt.
不要让剑刃讥笑剑柄的钝拙。
２５１
The night's silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of its milky way.
夜的沉默，犹如一盏神秘的灯，燃烧着银河的光辉。
２５２
Around the sunny island of Life swells day and night death's limitless song of the sea.
死像大海的无穷歌声，日夜萦绕着生命的光明岛。
２５３
Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hill, drinking the sunlight?
这山不像一朵花吗？山峰如花瓣，畅饮着阳光。
２５４
The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal.
当含义被误解，轻重被倒置，“真实”就是“虚假”。
２５５
Find your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.
我的心，从世界的韵律中找寻你的美吧！正如那小船拥有风与水的优美。
２５６
The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.
眼睛不以它的眼神而以它的眼镜骄人。
２５７
I live in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less. Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all.
我住在这个狭小世界里，还生怕它缩小一丁点。把我升入你的世界，给我自由，让我高兴地失去一切吧！
２５８
The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.
即使凭借权力，虚假绝不能成长为真实。
２５９
My heart, with its lapping waves of song, longs to caress this green world of the sunny day.
我的心，随着拍岸波浪的歌声，渴望抚爱这阳光普照下的绿色世界。
２６０
Wayside grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers.
路边草，爱那颗星吧，那在花朵里你将梦想成真。
２６１
Let your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its heart.
让你的音乐如利剑般刺入集市喧闹的心脏吧。
２６２
The trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an infant child.
这颤动的树叶，如婴儿的手指，轻轻触摸我的心。
２６３
The little flower lies in the dust.
It sought the path of the butterfly.
小花躺在尘土里。
寻找蝴蝶的轨迹。
２６４
I am in the world of the roads.
The night comes. Open thy gate, thou world of the home.
我在道路纵横的世界上。
夜晚来临，你开门吧，那家的世界。
２６５
I have sung the songs of thy day.
In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path.
在白昼，我已为你热情歌唱。
在夜晚，让我提着你的灯，顶风冒雨前进吧。
２６６
I do not ask thee into the house.
Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.
我不请求你进我的屋。
但走进我无边的寂寞吧，我的爱人！
２６７
Death belongs to life as birth does.
The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
死亡和出生都属于生命。
走路既要提脚也要落脚。
２６８
I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine ---teach me to know thy words in pain and death.
在花朵与阳光里，我已学会你微语的简单意义。--在痛苦与死亡中，你教我明白你的话语。
２６９
The night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.
夜之花来迟了，当晨光吻她时，她颤栗着叹息着坠地。
２７０
Through the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.
穿越万物的忧伤，我听见永恒之母的呻吟。
２７１
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.
大地呀，我登上你的岸，如陌生人；住进你的屋，如宾客；离开你的门，如朋友。
２７２
Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the after glow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
当我离开时，让我的思想涌向你，如夕阳的余晖，闪耀在沉默的星空边。
２７３
Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper to me of love.
点亮我心中休憩的夜星吧，然后让黑夜向我微语着爱情。
２７４
I am a child in the dark.
I stretch my hands through the coverlet of night for thee, Mother.
我是一个黑暗中的小孩。
母亲，我向你伸出双手，穿过夜的被单。
２７５
The day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother.
Let me dream.
白天的工作完了。母亲，把我的脸藏于你的臂弯吧。
让我坠入梦乡吧。
２７６
The lamp of meeting burns long; it goes out in a moment at the parting.
聚会的灯，燃了很久；分手时，灯立刻熄灭了。
２７７
One word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, I have loved.
当我离开尘世，世界呀，在你的沉默里，为我留下一句话：“我已爱过。”
２７８
We live in this world when we love it.
若不爱这尘世，我们便枉来世上走一遭。
２７９
Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
让死者拥有不朽的名，但让生者拥有不朽的爱。
２８０
I have seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.
我看见你，犹如在黎明的微光里，半醒婴孩看见他的母亲，然后又微笑着睡去了。
２８１
I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
我将一再死去，以晓生之无穷无尽。
２８２
While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.
当我走过拥挤的人群时，看见你微笑着站在阳台上，我唱着，忘却一切喧嚣。
２８３
Love is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.
爱充实了生命，犹如酒斟满了酒杯。
２８４
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.
他们在自己庙里，点亮自己的灯，吟唱自己的歌。
但鸟儿在你的晨光中鸣唱你的名字，--因为你的名字就是欢乐。
２８５
Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs.
引我到你沉默的中心，让歌声飘满我的心房。
２８６
Let them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks.
My heart longs for thy stars, my God.
让他们选择住在焰火咝咝的世界。
上帝呀，我的心渴望着你的繁星。
２８７
Love's pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea, and love's joy sang like birds in its flowering groves.
爱的痛苦，犹如深海淹没我的生命；而爱的喜悦，犹如鸟儿在花林间欢唱。
２８８
Put out the lamp when thou wishest.
I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.
倘使你愿意，那就熄灯吧。
我将懂得和爱上你的黑暗。
２８９
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.
当我末日来临，站在你面前，看见我的伤痕，你将明白我的创伤和愈合。
２９０
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.
某天，在彼界的日出里，我将对你唱：“我曾见过你，在地球的光里，在人类的爱里。”
２９１
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.
从其它岁月飘进我生命里的云，不再化作雨水或风暴，却给我的暮空抹上绚丽色彩。
２９２
Truth raises against itself the storm that scatters its seeds broadcast.
真理刮起风暴对抗自己，却把它的种子四处散播。
２９３
The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace.
夜雨以金色的和平酬劳今朝。
２９４
Truth seems to come with its final word; and the final word gives birth to its next.
真理仿佛伴着结论而来；而那结论却产生了争议。
２９５
Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
名望不淹真实的人有福了。
２９６
Sweetness of thy name fills my heart when I forget mine---like thy morning sun when the mist is melted.
你名字的甜蜜充满我心房，那时我忘掉自己的心--犹如朝阳升起，薄雾便散去。
２９７
The silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day of the child.
寂静的黑夜，散发母亲的美；吵闹的白天，洋溢孩子的美。
２９８
The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him when he laughed.
世界爱人类的微笑，却怕人类的大笑。
２９９
God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.
上帝等待着人类在智慧中返璞归真。
３００
Let me feel this world as thy love taking form, then my love will help it.
让我感觉你的爱在创造这个世界，那么我的爱也将助你一臂之力。
３０１
Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers.
你的阳光，对我心灵的冬日微笑，从不怀疑它将春花烂漫。
３０２
God kisses the finite in his love and man the infinite.
在爱里，神吻着“有涯”，人吻着“无涯”。
３０３
Thou crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfilment.
你穿越荒年的沙漠，而抵达圆满的时刻。
３０４
God's silence ripens man's thoughts into speech.
上帝的沉默让人的思想成长为言语。
３０５
Thou will find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.
永远的行者，你将发现你的足迹穿越我的歌声。
３０６
Let me not shame thee, Father, who displayest thy glory in thy children.
天父，你透过孩子显示你的荣光，别让我辱没了你。
３０７
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.
今天不快活，蹙云下的光，犹如小孩受罚后苍白脸颊上的泪痕；呼号的风声，犹如受伤世界的哭泣声。但我知道，我正跋山涉水，为了朋友的相逢。
３０８
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?
满月呀，今晚摇曳的棕榈叶，翻腾的海浪，犹如世界的心跳。你从哪个未知天空默默地带来爱的痛苦秘密？
３０９
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.
一颗星出现我梦里，我将在光明之岛诞生。在闲暇萌芽的深处，生命之果将要成熟，犹如秋日里的稻田。
３１０
The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
雨中湿土的气息，犹如伟大的赞美诗来自沉默的渺小群众。
３１１
That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
爱情会消失，我们不能把该事实当作真理接受。
３１２
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.
有一天，我们将明白，灵魂所收获的，死神永远夺不走，因为它们与灵魂已融为一体。
３１３
God comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my past kept fresh in his basket.
上帝踏着暮色，带着我昔日的花来了，那些花，在他花篮中鲜艳如初。
３１４
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.
主呀，当我生命的琴弦调谐时，你信手而弹，流淌出爱的音乐。
３１５
Let me live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true.
主呀，让我真实地活着，这样，死对我也不再是幻影。
３１６
Man's history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man.
人类的历史在耐心等待着受辱者的胜利。
３１７
I feel thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of the morning upon the lonely field whose harvest is over.
这一刻，我感觉你凝视着我的心，犹如沉默的晨光照耀着收获完的孤寂田野。
３１８
I long for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts.
我渴望歌声之岛跨越这汹涌的喧哗之海。
３１９
The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset, in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark.
夜的序曲，始于日落的旋律与它对难言之黑暗的庄严赞歌。
３２０
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.
我登上名望之巅，高处不胜寒，竟无藏身之地。引路人呀，趁光明未逝，领我到那宁静的山谷，把生命的收成酿为金色的智慧吧。
３２１
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.
暮色朦胧，一切如梦似幻--塔尖的底坐迷失在黑暗中，而树顶却好似点点墨斑。我将等待黎明，醒来看见你的城市沐浴在晨光中。
３２２
I have suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world.
我曾痛苦与失望，也体会过死亡，我为活在这伟大的世界而欣喜。
３２３
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.
在我生命中，那几片空旷、寂静之地，让我在忙碌的日子里享受阳光与空气。
３２４
Release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making death difficult.
从那未了的过去释放我吧，它紧随着我，让我难以离开尘世。
３２５
Let this be my last word, that I trust thy love.
让我临终时说：“我信任你的爱。”
译于2005年9月。
