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泰戈尔《飞鸟集》赏析‘PG电子’

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本文摘要:泰戈尔《飞鸟集》《飞鸟集》是印度诗人泰戈尔的代表作之一,也是世界上最良好的诗集之一,它包罗300余首清丽的小诗。白昼和黑夜、溪流和海洋、自由和叛逆,都在泰戈尔的笔下合二为一,短小的语句道出了深刻的人生哲理,引领世人探寻真理和智慧的源泉。罗宾德拉纳德·泰戈尔(Rabindranath Tagore,1861-1941),享誉世界的印度诗人、小说家、思想家。

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泰戈尔《飞鸟集》《飞鸟集》是印度诗人泰戈尔的代表作之一,也是世界上最良好的诗集之一,它包罗300余首清丽的小诗。白昼和黑夜、溪流和海洋、自由和叛逆,都在泰戈尔的笔下合二为一,短小的语句道出了深刻的人生哲理,引领世人探寻真理和智慧的源泉。罗宾德拉纳德·泰戈尔(Rabindranath Tagore,1861-1941),享誉世界的印度诗人、小说家、思想家。

他生于孟加拉一个富有哲学和文学艺术修养的贵族家庭,8岁就学着写诗,并展露出特殊的天赋,13岁时就能创作长诗和颂歌体诗,1878年赴英国留学,1880年回国后专门从事文学写作。1912年,泰戈尔自译的英文版《吉檀迦利》出书,惊动了整个世界。1915年,他因该诗集荣获诺贝尔文学奖,今后跻身于世界文坛,其作品被译成多国文字,广为流传。

人物生平泰戈尔1861年5月7日,泰戈尔生于印度西孟加拉邦加尔各答。他的家庭属于商人兼田主阶级,是婆罗门种姓,在英国东印度公司时代财运亨通,成为柴明达田主。他的祖父和父亲都是社会运动家,在其时努力赞成孟加拉的启蒙运动,支持社会革新。他的父亲对吠陀和奥义书颇有研究,是哲学家和宗教革新者,富有民族主义倾向,由于与社会上的传统习俗格格不入,被习惯势力祝为没有种姓的外化之人。

他有子女十四人,泰戈尔是家中员小的一个。就是在这个家庭,兄弟姐妹和侄辈中颇出了一些学者和艺术家。

由于生长在这样一个印度传统文化与西方文化和谐融会的书香门第,因而泰戈尔从小就受抵家庭情况的熏陶。由于是怙恃最小的儿子,拉宾德拉纳特被家人亲呢地叫做“拉比”,成为家庭中每个成员钟爱的孩子,但大家对他并不溺爱。小拉比在加尔各答先后进过四所学校,虽然他对这四所学校都不喜欢,但他在长兄和姐姐的监视下受到良好的教育。泰戈尔在文学方面的修养首先来自家庭情况的熏陶。

他进过东方学院、师范学院和孟加拉学院。可是他生性自由,厌恶刻板的学校生活,没有完成学校的正规学习课程。

他的知识主要泉源于父兄和家庭教师的谆谆教诲,以及自己的广泛阅读。他从小就醉心于诗歌创作,从十三岁起就开始写诗,诗中洋溢着阻挡殖民主义和热爱祖国的情绪。1878年,他遵照父兄的竞愿赴英国留学,最初学习执法.但他不喜欢执法,于是转入伦敦大学学习英国文学,研究西方音乐。1880年回国,专门从事文学创作。

1884年,他脱离都会到乡村去治理祖传的佃户。他在这里熟悉下层人民的生活,视察祖国故土和自然。1901年,为实现自己的教育理想,他在孟加拉博尔普尔四周的圣地尼克坦开办了一所学校.这所学校厥后生长成为有名的国际大学。

1905年以后,民族运动进入热潮时期,孟加拉人民和全印度的人民都起来阻挡孟加拉破裂的决议,形成了轰轰烈烈的反帝爱国运动,泰戈尔毅然投身于这个运动,充满激情的爱国营人义愤填膺,写出了大量的爱国主义诗篇。可是,没有多久,泰戈尔就同运动的其他首脑们发生了意见分歧。他不赞成群众焚烧英国货物,辱骂英国人的所谓“直接行动”。

他主张多做“建设性的”事情,好比到农村去生长自己的工业,消灭贫困与愚昧等等.但部门群众不接受他的意见,由于失望,他便退出运动。今后以后,在一段相当长的时期内,他过着远离现实斗争的迟隐生活,笃志于文学创作。·1915年,他结识了甘地。

这是印度历史上两位巨人的碰面。他同印度国大党早就有联系,还出席过国大党的代表大会。

可是,他同国大党的关系始终是若即若离的。他同甘地,有很真挚的私人友谊。

可是,他对甘地的一些做法并不赞同。这两个特殊的人物并不试图掩盖他们之间的意见分歧。

同时从道义上和在社会运动中,他们总是相互尊重,相互支持。1916年,泰戈尔来到日本,他对日本这样充满生机的一个新兴国家,颇多感伤。

厥后他从日本又到了美国,以:“国家主义”为题,作了许多陈诉.他谴责东方和西方的“国家主义”。他对美国一向没有好感,那里的民族歧视使他深恶痛绝。美国的报纸和侦探机关从舆论上和行动上也经常给他添些贫苦。他以后频频会见英国,都是不痛快酣畅的。

1929年,他会见了加拿大之后到了美国,又遭到美国移民官员扣留和盘问。1919年,发生了‘阿姆利则惨案”,英国军队开枪打死了1000多印度平民。泰戈尔很是气愤,挺身而出,写了一封义正辞严的信给印度总督,提出抗议,并声明放弃英国国王给他的“爵士”称呼。1924年,他会见了中国。

他从年幼时起就憧憬这个古老而富裕的东方大国,而且十分同情中国人民的处境,写文怒斥英国殖民主义者的鸦片商业。这次会见终于实现了他多年的愿望.泰戈尔亲笔信。1930年,泰戈尔会见了年轻的社会主义国家苏联.他在那里看到了一个神奇的世界,使他极为振奋,兴之所至,写成了赞美苏联的《俄罗斯书简》一书。

虽然他对社会主义不能充实相识,可是他憧憬这个崭新社会,想把这个神奇的世界搬到印度人民中间去。他对世界上第一个社会主义国家的憧憬始终如一,在80岁生日述怀的文章中,还特别强和谐赞扬苏联的成就.别人的攻击并没有影响他心目中苏联的优美形象。1934年,意大利法西斯军队侵略阿比西尼亚(埃塞俄比亚),泰戈尔立刻严厉谴责。1936年,西班牙发作了阻挡共和国政府的叛乱,他站在共和国政府一边,明确阻挡法西斯头子佛朗哥的倒行逆施。

1938年,德王法西斯侵略捷克斯洛伐克,他写信给在那儿的朋侪,表现对捷克斯洛伐克人民的眷注和声援。1939年,德王法西斯悍然发动世界大战,他又应欧洲朋侪之道,撰文怒斥德国“首脑”的不义行径。泰戈尔一贯痛恨法西斯。可是对被欺压的弱小民族,他则表现无限同情。

特别是对中国,他更是始终抱有好感与希望。他始终是中国人民的真正的忠实的朋侪。1941年8月6日,泰戈尔在加尔各答祖居宅第里平静地脱离人世,成千上万的市民为他送葬。

[1]1                   夏天的飞鸟,飞到我的窗前唱歌,又飞去了。            秋天的黄叶,它们没有什么可唱,只叹息一声,飞落在那里。

     stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.and yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fallthere with a sign.2                   世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀,请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。   o troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.3                   世界对着它的爱人,把它浩翰的面具揭下了。            它变小了,小如一首歌,小如一回永恒的接吻。           the world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.it becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.4                   是大地的泪点,使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。

            it is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.5                   无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱,她摇摇头笑着飞开了。 the mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass whoshakes her head and laughs and flies away.6                   如果你因失去了太阳而流泪,那么你也将失去群星了。        if you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.7                   跳舞着的流水呀,在你途中的泥沙,要求你的歌声,你的流动呢。你肯挟瘸足的泥沙而俱下么?                         the sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancingwater. will you carry the burden of their lameness?8                   她的热切的脸,如夜雨似的,搅扰着我的梦魂。

           her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.9                   有一次,我们梦见大家都是不相识的。               我们醒了,却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。

              once we dreamt that we were strangers.we wake up to find that we were dear to each other.10                   忧思在我的心里平静下去,正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。      sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening amongthe silent trees.  11                     有些看不见的手,如懒懒的微(风思)的,正在我的心上奏着  潺(氵爰)的乐声。                    some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart  the music of the ripples.                 12                     “海水呀,你说的是什么?”                    “是永恒的疑问。”                         “天空呀,你回覆的话是什么?”                  “是永恒的缄默沉静。

”                         what language is thine, o sea?the language of eternal question.what language is thy answer, o sky?the language of eternal silence.                 13                     悄悄地听,我的心呀,听那世界的低语,这是它对你求爱的表现呀。    listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes  love to you.                 14                     缔造的神秘,有如夜间的黑暗--是伟大的。

而知识的幻影却不外如晨间之雾。                                  the mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.                 15                     不要因为峭壁是高的,便让你的恋爱坐在峭壁上。           do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.                 16                     我今晨坐在窗前,世界如一个路人似的,停留了一会,向我点颔首又走已往了。

                                  i sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops  for a moment, nods to me and goes.                 17                     这些微(风思),是树叶的簌簌之声呀;它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。  there little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their  whisper of joy in my mind.                 18                     你看不见你自己,你所瞥见的只是你的影子。

              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,它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。     让我只是静听着吧。

                         my wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my master.  let me but listen.                 20                     我不能选择那最好的。                        是那最好的选择我。                         i cannot choose the best.  the best chooses me. 21                     那些把灯背在背上的人,把他们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,对我是一个永久的神奇,这就是生活。

            that i exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.                 23                     “我们萧萧的树叶都有声响回覆那风和雨。你是谁呢,那样的缄默沉静着?”  “我不外是一朵花。”                      we, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms,  but who are you so silent?"i am a mere flower.                 24                     休息与事情的关系,正如眼睑与眼睛的关系。

              rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.                 25                     人是一个初生的孩子,他的气力,就是生长的气力。          man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.                 26                     神希望我们酬答他,在于他送给我们的花朵,而不在于太阳和土地。    god expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun  the earth.                 27                     灼烁如一个裸体的孩子,快快活活地在绿叶当中游戏,它不知道人是会欺诈的。                                  the light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves  happily knows not that man can lie.                 28                     啊,美呀,在爱中找你自己吧,不要到你镜子的谄谀去找寻。

  o beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.                 29                     我的心把她的海浪在世界的海岸上冲激着,以热泪在上边写着她的题记:“我爱你。”                               my heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon  it her signature in tears with the words, "i love thee."                 30                     “月儿呀,你在期待什么呢?”                    “向我将让位给他的太阳致敬。”   moon, for what do you wait?to salute the sun for whom i must make way.  31                     绿树长到了我的窗前,好像是喑哑的大地发出的盼望的声音。  the trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.                 32                     神自己的清晨,在他自己看来也是新奇的。

               his own mornings are new surprises to god.                 33                     生命从世界获得资产,恋爱使它获得价值。               life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth  by the claims of love.                 34                     枯竭的河床,并不谢谢它的已往。                   the dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.                 35                     鸟儿愿为一朵云。

                          云儿愿为一只鸟。                          the bird wishes it were a cloud.  the cloud wishes it were a bird.                 36                     瀑布歌颂道:“我获得自由时便有了歌声了。”             the waterfall sing, "i find my song, when i find my freedom."                 37                     我说不出这心为什么那样默默地颓丧着。                是为了它那未曾要求,未曾知道,未曾记得的小小的需要。

        i cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.  it is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.                 38                     妇人,你在摒挡家务的时候,你的手足歌颂着,正如山间的溪水歌颂着在小石中流过。                               woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing  like a hill stream among its pebbles.                 39                     当太阳横过西方的海面时,对着东方留下他的最后的敬礼。        the sun goes to cross the western sea, leaving its last salutation  to the east.                 40                     不要因为你自己没有胃口而去责备你的食物。     do not blame your food because you have no appetite. 41                      群树如表现大地的愿望似的,踮起脚来向天空窥望。

      the trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep  at the heaven.                 42                      你微微地笑着,差别我说什么话。而我以为,为了这个,我已等候得久了。  you smiled and talked to me of nothing and i felt that for this  i had been waiting long.                 43                      水里的游鱼是缄默沉静的,陆地上的兽类是喧闹的,空中的飞鸟是歌颂着的。

   可是,人类却兼有海里的缄默沉静,地上的喧闹与空中的音乐。         the fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy,  the bird in the air is singing.  but man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and  the music of the air.                 44                      世界在犹豫之心的琴弦上跑已往,奏出忧郁的乐声。            the world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making  the music of sadness.                 45                      他把他的刀剑看成他的上帝。                      当他的刀剑胜利的时候他自己却失败了。

                 he has made his weapons his gods.  when his weapons win he is defeated himself.                 46                      神从缔造中找到他自己。                        god finds himself by creating.                 47                      阴影戴上她的面幕,秘密地,温顺地,用她的缄默沉静的爱的脚步,跟在“光”后边。

                                   shadow, with her veil drawn, follows light in secret meekness,  with her silent steps of love.                 48                      群星不怕显得象萤火那样。                       the stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.                 49                      谢谢神,我不是一个权力的轮子,而是被压在这轮子下的活人之一。     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                      心是尖锐的,不是宽博的,它执着在每一点上,却并不运动。        the mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move. 51                      你的偶像委散在灰尘中了,这可证明神的灰尘比你的偶像还伟大。

      you idol is shattered in the dust to prove that god's dust is greater  than your idol.                 52                      人不能在他的历史中体现出他自己,他在历史中奋斗着露出头角。      man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.                 53                      玻璃灯因为瓦灯叫它做表兄而责备瓦灯。

但明月出来时,玻璃  灯却温和地微笑着,叫明月为---“我亲爱的,亲爱的姐姐。”      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                      我们如海鸥之与波涛相遇似地,遇见了,走近了。

海鸥飞去,波涛滔滔地流开,我们也划分了。                             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                      我的白昼已经完了,我象一只泊在海滩上的小船,谛听着晚潮跳舞的乐声。                                   my day is done, and i am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to  the dance-music of the tide in the evening.                 56                      我们的生命是天赋的,我们惟有献出生命,才气获得生命。         life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.                 57                      当我们是大为谦卑的时候,即是我们最靠近伟大的时候。

          we come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.                 58                      麻雀瞥见孔雀肩负着它的翎尾,替它担忧。             the sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.                 59                      决不要畏惧刹那--永恒之声这样唱着。                 never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.                 60                      风于无路之中寻求最短之路,又突然地在“无何有之国”终之了它的追求。  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,饮了我的酒吧,朋侪。

                 一倒在别人的杯里,这酒的腾跳的泡沫便要消失了。            take my wine in my own cup, friend.  it loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.                 62                      “完全”为了对“不全”的爱,把自己装饰得漂亮。            the perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the imperfect.                 63                      神对人说:“我医治你所以伤害你,爱你所以处罚你。

”          god says to man, "i heal you therefore i hurt, love you therefore punish."                 64                      谢谢火焰给你灼烁,可是不要忘了那执灯的人,他是坚贞地站在黑暗当中呢。  thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder  standing in the shade with constancy of patience.                 65                      小草呀,你的足步虽小,可是你拥有你足下的土地。            tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under  your tread.                 66                      幼花的蓓蕾开放了,它叫道:“亲爱的世界呀,请不要萎谢了。”  the infant flower opens its bud and cries, "dear world, please do not  fade."                 67                      神对于那些大帝国会感应厌恶,却决不会厌恶那些小小的花朵。

       god grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.                 68                      错误经不起失败,可是真理却不怕失败。                 wrong cannot afford defeat but right can.                 69                      瀑布歌颂道:“虽然渴者只要少许的水便够了,我却很快活地给与了我的全部的水。  i give my whole water in joy,  it is enough for the thirsty.                 70                      把那些花朵投掷上去的那一阵子无休无止的狂欢大喜的劲儿,其源泉是在那里呢?                                   where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless  outbreak of ecstasy? 71                      樵夫的斧头,问树要斧柄。                    树便给了他。

                             the woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.  the tree gave it.                 72                      这寡独的黄昏,幕着雾与雨,我在我的心的孤寂里,感受到它的叹息。    in my solitude of heart i feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled  with mist and rain.                 73                      贞操是从富厚的恋爱中生出来的财富。                  chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.                 74                      雾,象恋爱一样,在山峰的心上游戏,生出种种漂亮的幻化。

        the mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring out  surprises of beauty.                 75                      我们把世界看错了,反说它欺骗我们。                  we read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.                 76                      诗人--飙风,正出经海洋森林,追求它自己的歌声。     the poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.                 77                      每一个孩子出生时都带来信息说:神对人并未灰心失望。          every child comes with the message that god is not yet discouraged of man.                 78                      绿草求她地上的朋友。

                         树木求他天空的寥寂。                         the grass seeks her crowd in the earth.  the tree seeks his solitude of the sky.                 79                      人对他自己修建起堤防来。

                       man barricades against himself. 80                      我的朋侪,你的语声飘荡在我的心里,象那海水的低吟声绕缭在静听着的松林之间。                            your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound  of the sea among these listening pines.81                      这个不行见的黑暗之火焰,以繁星为其火花的,到底是什么呢?       what is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?                 82                      使生如夏花之绚烂,死如秋叶之静美。                  let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.                 83                      那想做好人的,在门外敲着门;那爱人的瞥见门敞开着。

        he who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the  gate open.                 84                      在死的时候,众多和而为一;在生的时候,一化为众多。          神死了的时候,宗教便将合而为一。

                   in death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.  religion will be one when god is dead.                 85                      艺术家是自然的情人,所以他是自然的仆从,也是自然的主人。       the artist is the lover of nature, therefore he is her slave and her  master.                 86                      “你离我有多远呢,果实呀?”                     “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                      这个盼望是为了谁人在黑夜里感受获得,在明白天里却看不见的人。

     this longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen  in the day.                 88                      露珠对湖水说道;“你是在荷叶下面的大露珠,我是在荷叶上面的较小的露珠。”  you are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, i am the smaller  one on its upper side," said the dewdrop to the lake.                 89                      刀鞘掩护刀的尖锐,它自己则满足于它的缓慢。

              the scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of  the sword.                 90                      在黑黑暗,“一”视如一体;在光明中,“一”便视如众多。      在静听着的松林之间。                            in darkness the one appears as uniform; in the light the one appears  as manifold. 91                      大地借助于绿草,显出她自己的殷勤好客。

                the great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass.                 92                      绿叶的生与死乃是旋风的急骤的旋转,它的更宽大的旋转的圈子乃是在天上繁星之间徐缓的转动。                            the birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy  whose wider circles move slowly among stars.                 93                      权势对世界说道:“你是我的。”                    世界便把权势囚禁在她的宝座下面。

                   恋爱对世界说道:“我是你的。”                    世界便给予恋爱以在它屋内来往的自由。                 power said to the world, "you are mine."  the world kept it prisoner on her throne.  love said to the world, "i am thine."  the world gave it the freedom of her house.                 94                      浓雾好像是大地的愿望。

                        它藏起了太阳,而太阳原是她所呼求的。                 the mist is like the earth's desire.  it hides the sun for whom she cries.                 95                      平静些吧,我的心,这些大树都是祈祷者呀。               be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.                 96                      瞬刻的喧声,讥笑着永恒的音乐。                    the noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the eternal.                 97                      我想起了浮泛在生与爱与死的川流上的许多此外时代,以及这些时代之被遗忘,我便感受到脱离凡间的自由了。

                      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                      我灵魂里的忧郁就是她的新婚的面纱。                  这面纱期待着在夜间卸去。                       the sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.  it waits to be lifted in the night.                 99                      死之印记给生的钱币以价值,使它能够用生命来购置那真正的宝物。

     death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible  to buy with life what is truly precious.                100                      白云谦逊地站在天之一隅。                       晨光给它戴上霞彩。                          the cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.  the morning crowned it with splendour. 101                     灰尘受到损辱,却以她的花朵来酬金。

                  the dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.                 102                     只管走已往,不必停留着采了花朵来生存,因为一路上花朵自会继续开放的。  do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on,  for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.                 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                     远远去了的夏之音乐,遨游于秋间,寻求它的旧垒。

            the music of the far-away summer flutters around the autumn seeking  its former nest.                 105                     不要从你自己的袋里掏出勋绩借给你的朋侪,这是污辱他的。        do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.                 106                     无名的日子的感慨,攀缘在我的心上,正象那绿色的苔藓,攀缘在老树的周身。

                              the touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round  the old tree.                 107                     回声讽刺她的原声,以证明她是原声。                  the echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.                 108                     当富贵利达的人夸说他获得神的特别恩惠时,上帝却羞了。         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,因为我有一盏还没有燃点起来的明灯。

   i cast my own shadow upon my path, because i have a lamp that has not  been lighted.                 110                     人走进喧哗的群众里去,为的是要淹没他自己的缄默沉静的呼号。        man goes into the noisy crowed to drown his own clamour of silence. 111                     终止于衰竭是“死亡”,但“圆满”却终止于无穷。            that which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is  in the endless.                 112                     太阳只穿一件朴素的光衣,白云却披了辉煌光耀的裙裾。        the sun has his simple rode of light. the clouds are decked with  gorgeousness.                 113                     山峰如群儿之喧嚷,举起他们的双臂,想去捉天上的星星。

         the hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying  to catch stars.                 114                     门路虽然拥挤,却是寥寂的,因为它是不被爱的。             the road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.                 115                     权势以它的恶行自夸,落下的黄叶与浮游的云片却在笑它。         the power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow  leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.                 116                     今天大地在太阳光里向我营营哼鸣,象一个织着布的妇人,用一种已经被忘却的语言,哼着一些古代的歌曲。                       the earth hums to me today in the sun, like a woman at her spinning,  some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.                 117                     绿草是无愧于它所生长的伟大世界的。

                  the grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.                 118                     梦是一个一定要谈话的妻子。                      睡眠是一个默默忍受的丈夫。                      dream is a wife who must talk,  sleep is a husband who silently suffers.                 119                     夜与逝去的日子接吻,轻轻地在他耳旁说道:“我是死,是你的母亲。我就要给你以新的生命。

                             the night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, i am death,  your mother. i am to give you fresh birth.                 120                     黑夜呀,我感受到你的美了。你的美如一个可爱的妇人,当她把灯灭了的时候。                                    i feel thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when  she has put out the lamp. 121                     我把在那些已逝去的世界上的繁荣带到我的世界上来。

           i carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.                 122                     亲爱的朋侪呀,当我静听着海涛时,我好频频在暮色深沉的黄昏里,在这个海岸上,感应你的伟大思想的缄默沉静了。                     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                     鸟以为把鱼举在空中是一种慈善的举动。

                 the bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a life  in the air.                 124                     夜对太阳说道:“在月亮中,你送了你的情书给我。”           “我已在绿草上留下了我的流着泪点的回覆了。

”  in the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me,i leave my answers in tears upon the grass.                 125                     伟人是一个天生的孩子,当他死时,他把他的伟大的孩提时代给了世界。   the great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood  to the world.                 126                     不是槌的攻击,乃是水的载歌载舞,使鹅卵石臻于完美。    not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles  into perfection.                 127                     蜜蜂从花中啜蜜,脱离时营营隧道谢。

            浮华的蝴蝶却相信花是应该向它致谢的。                 bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.  the gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.                 128                     如果你不等候着要说出完全的真理,那末把真话说出来是很容易的。     to be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.                 129                     “可能”问“不行能”道:                       “你住在什么地方呢?”                        它回覆道:“在那无能为力者的梦乡里。”                asks the possible to the impossible,  where is your dwelling-place?  in the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.                 130                     如果你把所有的错误都关在门外时,真理也要被关在门外面了。

       if you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.131  我听见有些工具在我心的忧闷后面萧萧作响,--我不能瞥见它们。  i hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,  ---i cannot see them.  132  闲暇在行动时即是事情。  静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。

  leisure in its activity is work.  the stillness of the sea stirs in waves.  133  绿叶恋爱时便成了花。  花崇敬时便成了果实。  the leaf becomes flower when it loves.  the flower becomes fruit when it worships.  134  埋在地下的树根使树枝发生果实,却不要什么酬劳。

  the roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches  fruitful.  135  阴雨的黄昏,风无休止地吹着。  我看着摇曳的树枝,想念万物的伟大。  this rainy evening the wind is restless.  i look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of  all things.  136  子夜的风雨,如一个庞大的孩子,在不适时宜的黑夜里醒来,开始游喜和喧闹。

  storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,  has begun to play and shout.  137  海呀,你这狂风雨的孤寂的新妇呀,你虽掀起海浪追随你的情人,可是无用呀。  thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, o sea, thou  lonely bride of the storm.  138  文字对事情说道:“我内疚我的空虚。”  事情对文字说道:“当我瞥见你的时,我便知道我是怎样地贫乏了。”  i am ashamed of my emptiness, said the word to the work.  i know how poor i am when i see you, said the work to the word.  139  时间是变化的财富。

时钟模拟它,却只有变化而无财富。  time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes  it mere change and no wealth.  140  真理穿了衣裳,以为事实太羁绊了。  在想象中,她却转动得很舒畅。

  truth in her dress finds facts too tight.  in fiction she moves with ease.  141  当我到这里那里旅行着时,路呀,我厌倦你了;当是现在,当你引导我到各处去时我便爱上你,与你完婚了。  when i travelled to here and to there, i was tired of thee, o road,  but now when thou leadest me to everywhere i am wedded to thee in love.  142  让我设想,在群星之中,有一颗星是指导着我的生命通过不行知的黑暗的。  let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life  through the dark unknown.  143  妇人,你用了你漂亮的手指,触着我的什物,秩序便如音乐似的生出来了。

  woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order  came out like music.  144  一个忧郁的声音,筑巢于逝水似的年华中。      它在夜里向我唱道:“我爱你。”  one sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.  it sings to me in the night, ---i loved you.  145  燃着的火,以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。

  把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。  the flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.  save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.  146  我有群星在天上,  可是,唉,我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。  i have my stars in the sky.  but oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.  147  死文字的灰尘沾着你。

  用缄默沉静去洗净你的灵魂吧。  the dust of the dead words clings to thee.  wash thy soul with silence.  148  生命里留了许多罅隙,从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。  gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.  149  世界已在早晨敞开了它的灼烁之心。

  出来吧,我的心,带着你的爱去与它相会。  the world has opened its heart of light in the morning.  come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.  150  我的思想随着这些闪耀的绿叶而闪耀;我的心灵因了这日光的抚触而歌颂;我的生命因为偕了万物一同浮泛在空间的蔚蓝,时间的墨黑而感应欢快*  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  神的庞大的威权是在柔和的微(风思)里,而不在狂风暴雨之中。  god's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.  152  在梦中,一切事都散漫着,都压着我,但这不外是一个梦呀。

但我醒来时,我便将以为这些事都已聚集在你那里,我也便将自由了。  this is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.  i shall find them gathered in thee when i awake and shall be free.  153  夕阳问道:“有谁继续我的职务呢?”  瓦灯说道:“我要尽我所能地做去,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  采着花瓣时,得不到花的漂亮。  by plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.  155  缄默沉静蕴蓄着语声,正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。

  silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.  156  大的不怕与小的同游。  居中的却远而避之。

  the great walks with the small without fear.  the middling keeps aloof.  157  夜秘密地把花开放了,却让白天去领受谢词。  the night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.  158  权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。  power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.  159  当我们以我们的充实为乐时,那末,我们便能很快乐地跟我们的果实分手了。

  when we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.  160  雨点吻着大地,微语道:“我们是你的思家的孩子,母亲,现在从天上回到你这里来了。”  the raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- we are thy homesick  children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven. 161  蛛网好象要捉露点,却捉住了苍蝇。  the cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.  162  恋爱呀,当你手里拿着点亮了的痛苦之灯走来时,我能够瞥见你的脸,而且以你为幸福。  love! when you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,  i can see your face and know you as bliss.  163  萤火对天上的星说道:“学者说你的灼烁总有一天会消灭的。

”  天上的星不回覆它。  the leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the  firefly to the stars.  the stars made no answer.  164  在黄昏的微光里,有那清晨的鸟儿来到了我的缄默沉静的鸟巢里。  in the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to  the nest of my silence.  165  思想掠过我的心上,如一群野鸭飞过天空。

  我听见它们鼓翼之声了。  thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.  i hear the voice of their wings.  166  沟洫总喜欢想:河流的存在,是专为它供应水流的。

  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,而要求歌声做酬劳。  the world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return  in songs.  168  压迫着我的,到底是我的想要外出的灵魂呢,还是那世界的灵魂,敲着我心的门,想要进来呢?  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  思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而发展起来了。

  thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.  170  我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这缄默沉静之时刻中,它盛满了爱了。  i have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has  filled with love. 171  或者你在事情,或者你没有。  当你不得不说:“让我们做些事吧”时,那末就要开始厮闹了。  either you have work or you have not.  when you have to say, "let us do something", then begins mischief.  172  向日葵羞于把无名的花朵看作它的同胞。

  太阳升上来了,向它微笑,说道:“你好么,我的宝物儿?”  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  “谁如运气似的催着我向前走呢?”  “那是我自己,在身背后大跨步走着。”who drives me forward like fate?the myself striding on my back.  174  云把水倒在河的水杯里,它们自己却藏在远山之中。  the clouds fill the watercups of the river, hiding themselves in  the distant hills.  175  我一路走去,从我的水瓶中漏出水来。

  只剩下少少少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  杯中的水是辉煌的;海中的水却是玄色的。  小理可以用文字来说清楚,大理却只有沉末。  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园里的花,你的谈吐是你自己山上的松林的萧萧;可是你的心呀,却是谁人女人,谁人我们全都认识的女人。

  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  我把小小的礼物留给我所爱的人,--大的礼物却留给一切的人。心的门,想要进来呢?  it is the little things that i leave behind for my loved ones,  ---great things are for everyone.  179  妇人呀,你用泪海包绕着世界的心,正如大海包绕着大地。  woman, thou hast encircled the world s heart with the depth of thy  tears as the sea has the earth.  180  太阳以微笑向我问候。  雨,他的忧闷的姐姐,向我的心谈话。

  the sunshine greets me with a smile.  the rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart. 181  我的昼间之花,落下它那被遗忘的花瓣。  在黄昏中,这花成熟为一颗影象的金果。

  my flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.  in the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.  182  我象那夜间之路,正静悄悄地谛听着影象的足音。  i am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its  memories in silence.  183  黄昏的天空,在我看来,象一扇窗户,一盏灯火,灯火背后的一次等候。  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,反而找不到时间去做好人。

  he who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.  185  我是秋云,空空隙不载着雨水,但在成熟的稻田中,可以瞥见我的充实。  i am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fulness in the field  of ripened rice.  186  他们嫉妒,他们残杀,人反而歌颂他们。  然而上帝却害了羞,急忙地把他的影象埋藏在绿草下面。  they hated and killed and men praised them.  but god in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.  187  脚趾乃是舍弃了其已往的手指。

  toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.  188  黑暗向灼烁旅行,可是盲者却向死亡旅行。  darkness travels towards light, but blindness towards death.  189  小狗疑心大宇宙阴谋夺取它的位置。  the pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.  190  悄悄地坐着吧,我的心,不要扬起你的灰尘。

  让世界自己寻路向你走来。  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,低声对箭说道:“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  妇人,在你的笑声里有着生命之泉的音乐。

  woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.  193  全是理智的心,恰如一柄全是锋刃的刀。  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  神爱人间的灯光甚于他自己的大星。  god loves man's lamp lights better than his own great stars.  195  这世界乃是为美之音乐所驯服了的狂风骤雨的世界。  this world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.  196  晚霞向太阳说道:“我的心经了你的接吻,便似金的宝箱了。

”my heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss,  cloud to the sun.  197  接触着,你许会杀害;远离着,你许会占有。  by touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.  198  蟋蟀的唧唧,夜雨的淅沥,从黑黑暗传到我的耳边,恰似我已逝的  少年时代沙地来到我的梦乡中。  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  花朵向星辰落尽了的曙天叫道:“我的露点全失落了。

”i have lost my dewdrop,  lost all its stars.  200  燃烧着的木块,熊熊地生出火光,叫道:“这是我的花朵,我的死亡。”  让世界自己寻路向你走来。the burning log bursts in flame and cries, --- "this is my flower, my death."201  黄蜂认为邻蜂储蜜之巢太小。

  他的邻人要他去修建一个更小的。  the wasp thinks that the honeyhive of the neighbouring bees is too small.  his neighbours ask him to build one still smaller.  202  河岸向河流说道:“我不能留住你的海浪。  让我生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  白天以这小小的地球的喧扰,淹没了整个宇宙的缄默沉静。  the day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of  all worlds.  204  歌声在天空中感应无限,图画在地上感应无限,诗呢,无论在空中,在地上都是如此。  因为诗的词句含有能走动的意义与能飞翔的音乐。

  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  太阳在西方落下时,他的早晨的东方已静悄悄地站在他眼前。  when the sun goes down to the west, the east of his morning stands  before him in silence.  206  让我不要错误地把自己放在我的世界里而使它阻挡我。

  let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.  207  荣誉使我感应内疚,因为我暗地里求着它。  praise shames me, for i secretly beg for it.  208  当我没有什么事做时,便让我不做什么事,不受骚扰地沉入平静深处吧,一如海水缄默沉静时海边的暮色。

  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,你的纯朴,如湖水之碧,体现出你的真理之深邃。  maiden, your simplicity, like the blueness of the lake, reveals your  depth of truth.  210  最好的工具不是独来的,  它伴了所有的工具同来。  the best does not come alone.  it comes with the company of the all. 211  神的右手是慈祥的,可是他的左手却恐怖。  god's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.  212  我的晚色从生疏的树木中走来,它用我的晓星所不明白的语言说话。

  my evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a languagewhich 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  我们的欲望把彩虹的颜色借给那只不外是云雾的人生。

  our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mistsand vapours of life.  215  神等候着,要从人的手上把他自己的花朵作为礼物赢得回去。  god waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.  216  我的忧思缠绕着我,要问我它自己的名字。

  my sad thoughts tease me asking me their own names.  217  果的事业是尊贵的,花的事业是甜美的;可是让我做叶的事业吧,叶是谦逊地,专心地垂着绿荫的。  the service of the fruit is precious, the service of the flower issweet, but let my service be the service of the leaves in its shade ofhumble devotion.  218  我的心向着阑珊的风张了帆,要到无论那边的荫凉之岛去。  my heart has spread its sails to the idle winds for the shadowyisland of anywhere.  219  独夫们是凶暴的,但人民是善良的。

  men are cruel, but man is kind.  220  把我当做你的杯吧,让我为了你,而且为了你的人而盛满水吧。  make me thy cup and let my fulness be for thee and for thine.221  狂风暴雨象是在痛苦中的某个天神的哭声,因为他的恋爱被大地所拒绝。  the storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the earth refuses.  222  世界不会流失,因为死亡并不是一个罅隙。  the world does not leak because death is not a crack.  223  生命因为支付了的恋爱而更为富足。

  life has become richer by the love that has been lost.  224  我的朋侪,你伟大的心闪射出东方向阳的光线,正如黎明中的一个积雪的孤峰。  my friend, your great heart shone with the sunrise of the east likethe snowy summit of a lonely hill in the dawn.  225  死之流泉,使生的止水跳跃。  the fountain of death makes the still water of life play.  226  那些有一切工具而没有您的人,我的上帝,在讥笑着那些没有此外工具而只有您的人呢。  those who have everything but thee, my god, laugh at those who have  nothing but thyself.  227  生命的运动在它自己的音乐里获得它的休息。

  the movement of life has its rest in its own music.  228  踢足只能从地上扬起灰尘而不能获得收获。  kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.  229  我们的名字,即是夜里海波上发出的光,痕迹也不留就抿灭了。  our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and  then dies without leaving its signature.  230  让睁眼看着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  鸟翼上系上了黄金,这鸟便永不能再在天上遨游了。

  set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.  232  我们地方的荷花又在这生疏的水上开了花,放出同样的清香,只是名字换了。  the same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with  the same sweetness, under another name.  233  在心的远景里,那相隔的距离显得更辽阔了。  in heart's perspective the distance looms large.  234  月儿把她的灼烁遍照在天上,却留着她的黑斑给她自己。

  the moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.  235  不要说:“这是早晨”,别用一个“昨天”的名词把它打发掉。你第一次看到它,把它看成还没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  青烟对天空夸口,灰烬对大地夸口,都以为它们是火的兄弟。

  smoke boasts to the sky, and ashes to the earth, that they are  brothers to the fire.  237  雨点向茉莉花微语道:“把我永久地留在你的心里吧。”  茉莉花叹息了一声,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。

  我是一个诗人。  timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.  i am a poet.  239  我的心在朦胧的缄默沉静里,似乎充满了蟋蟀的鸣声--声音的昏暗的  暮色。  the dim silence of my mind seems filled with crickets' chirp ---  the grey twilight of sound.  240  爆竹呀,你对群星的侮蔑,又随着你自己回到地上来了。  rockets, your insult to the stars follows yourself back to the earth.241  您曾经领导着我,穿过我的白昼的拥挤不堪的旅程,而到达了我的黄昏的孤寂之境。

  在通宵的寂静里,我等候着它的意义。  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  我们的生命就似渡过一个大海,我们都相聚在这个狭小的舟中。  死时,我们便到了岸,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  真理之川从它的错误之沟渠中流过。

  the stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.  244  今天我的心是在想家了,在想着那跨过时间之海的那一个甜蜜的时候。  my heart is homesick today for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.  245  鸟的歌声是曙光从大地回声已往的回声。  the bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the earth.  246  晨光问毛茛道:“你是自满得不愿和我接吻么?”are you too proud to kiss me?  247  小花问道:“我要怎样地对你唱,怎样地崇敬你呢?太阳呀?”  太阳答道:“只要用你的纯洁的素朴的缄默沉静。

”how may i sing to thee and worship, o sun?by the simple silence of thy purity,  248  当人是兽时,他比兽还坏。  man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.  249  黑云受光的接吻时便酿成天上的花朵。  dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.  250  不要让刀锋讥笑它柄子的拙钝。

  let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt. 251  夜的缄默沉静,如一个深深的灯盏,银河即是它燃着的灯光。  the night's silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of  its milky way.  252  死象大海的无限的歌声,日夜打击着生命的灼烁岛的四周。

  around the sunny island of life swells day and night death's  limitless song of the sea.  253  花瓣似的山峰在饮着日光,这山岂不象一朵花吗繝  is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hill, drinking  the sunlight?  254  “真实”的寄义被误解,轻重被倒置,那就成了“不真实”。  the real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal.  255  我的心呀,从世界的流动找你的美吧,正如那小船获得风与水的优美似的。  find your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat  that has the grace of the wind and the water.  256  眼不能以视来骄人,却以它们的眼镜来骄人。

  the eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.  257  我住在我的这个小小的世界里,生怕使它再缩小一丁点儿。把我抬举到您的世界里去吧,让我高兴奋兴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  虚伪永远不能凭借它生长在权力中而酿成真实。

  the false can never grow into truth by growing in power.  259  我的心,同着它的歌的拍拍舐岸的海浪,盼望着要抚爱这个阳光熙和的绿色世界。  my heart, with its lapping waves of son, longs to caress this green  world of the sunny day.  260  道旁的草,爱那天上的星吧,你的梦乡便可在花朵里实现了。  wayside grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers.261  让你的音乐如一柄利刃,直刺入市井喧扰的心中吧。  let your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its heart.  262  这树的颤抖之叶,触动着我的心,象一个婴儿的手指。

  the trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of  an infant child.  263  小花睡在灰尘里。  它寻求蛱蝶走的门路。  the little flower lies in the dust.  it sought the path of the butterfly.  264  我是在门路纵横的世界上。

  夜来了。打开您的门吧,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  我已经唱过了您的白昼的歌。

  在黄昏的时候,让我拿着您的灯走过岌岌可危的门路吧。  i have sung the songs of thy day.  in the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path.  266  我不要求你进我的屋里。  你到我无量的孤寂里来吧,我的爱人!  i do not ask thee into the house.  come into my infinite loneliness, my lover.  267  死亡隶属于生命,正与生一样。

  举足是走路,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  我已经学会在花与阳光里微语的意义。--再教我明确你在苦与死中所说的话吧。

  i have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine  ---teach me to know thy words in pain and death.  269  夜的花朵来晚了,当早晨吻着她时,她颤栗着,叹息了一声,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  从万物的愁苦中,我听见了“永恒母亲”的呻吟。

  through the sadness of all things i hear the crooning of the eternal mother.271  大地呀,我到你岸上时是一个生疏人,住在你屋内时是一个来宾,脱离你的门时是一个朋侪。  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  当我去时,让我的思想到你那里来,如那夕阳的余光,映在缄默沉静的星天的边上。  let my thoughts come to you, when i am gone, like the after glow of  sunset at the margin of starry silence.  273  在我的心头燃点起那休憩的黄昏星吧,然后让黑夜向我微语着恋爱。

  light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night  whisper to me of love.  274  我是一个在黑黑暗的孩子。  我从夜的被单里向您伸出我的双手,母亲。

  i am a child in the dark.  i stretch my hands through the coverlet of night for thee, mother.  275  白昼的事情完了。把我的脸掩藏在您的臂间吧,母亲。

  让我入梦吧。  the day of work is done. hide my face in your arms, mother.  let me dream.  276  聚会会议时的灯光,点了良久,会散时,灯便连忙灭了。  the lamp of meeting burns long; it goes out in a moment at the parting.  277  当我死时,世界呀,请在你的缄默沉静中,替我留着“我已经爱过了”这句话吧。

  one word keep for me in thy silence, o world, when i am dead,i have loved.  278  我们在热爱世界时便生活在这世界上。  we live in this world when we love it.  279  让死者有那不朽的名,但让生者有那不朽的爱。  let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the  immortality of love.  280  我瞥见你,象那半醒的婴孩在黎明的微光里瞥见他的母亲,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  我将死了又死,以明确生是无穷无尽的。  i shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.  282  当我和拥挤的人群一同在路上走过时,我瞥见您从阳台上送过来的微笑,我歌颂着,忘却了所有的喧哗。  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  爱就是充实了的生命,正如盛满了酒的羽觞。

  love is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.  284  他们点了他们自己的灯,在他们的寺院内,吟唱他们自己的话语。  可是小鸟们却在你的晨光中,唱着你的名字,--因为你的名字即是快乐。  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  领我到您的寂静的中心,使我的心充满了歌吧。

  lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs.  286  让那些选择了他们自己的焰火咝咝的世界的,就生活在那里吧。  我的心盼望着您的繁星,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  爱的痛苦围绕着我的一生,象汹涌的大海似地唱;而爱的快乐却象鸟儿们在话林里似地唱着。  love's pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea, and love's joy  sang like birds in its flowering groves.  288  如果您愿意,您就熄了灯吧。

  我将明确您的黑暗,而且将喜爱它。  put out the lamp when thou wishest.  i shall know thy darkness and shall love it.  289  当我在那日子的终了,站在您的眼前时,您将瞥见我的伤疤,而知道我有我的许多创伤,但也有我的医治的法儿。  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  总有一天,我要在此外世界的晨光里对你唱道:“我以前在地球的光里,在人的爱里,已经见过你了。

”  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  从此外日子里飘浮道我的生命里的云,不再落下雨点或引起风暴了,却只给予我的夕阳的天空以色彩。  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  真理引起了阻挡它自己的狂风骤雨,那场风雨吹散了真理的广播的种子。

  truth raises against itself the storm that scatters its seeds broadcast.  293  昨夜的风雨给今日的早晨戴上了金色的宁静。  the storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace.  294  真理好像带了它的结论而来;而那结论却发生了它的第二个。  truth seems to come with its final word; and the final word gives  birth to its next.  295  他是有福的,因为他的名誉并没有比他的真实更光明。  blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.  296  您的名字的甜蜜充溢着我的心,而我忘掉了我自己的,--就象您的早晨的太阳升起时,那大雾便消失了。

  sweetness of thy name fills my heart when i forget mine---like  thy morning sun when the mist is melted.  297  静悄悄的黑夜具有母亲的漂亮,而喧华的白昼具有孩子的漂亮。  the silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day  of the child.  298  但人微笑时,世界爱了他;但他大笑时世界便怕他了。

  the world loved man when he smiled. the world became afraid of him  when he laughed.  299  神等候着人在智慧中重新获得童年。  god waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.  300  让我感应这个世界乃是您的爱的成形吧,那末,我的爱也将资助着它。  let me feel this world as thy love taking form, then my ove will help it.301  您的阳光对着我的心头的冬天微笑,从来不怀疑它的春天的花朵。

  thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting  of its spring flowers.  302  神在他的爱里吻着“有涯”,而人却吻着“无涯”。  god kisses the finite in his love and man the infinite.  303  您越过不毛之年的沙漠而到达了圆满的时刻。  thou crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfilment.  304  神的静默使人的思想成熟而为语言。

  god's silence ripens man's thoughts into speech.  305  “永恒的游客”呀,你可以在我的歌众找到你的足迹。  thou wilt find, eternal traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.  306  让我不至羞辱您吧,父亲,您在您的孩子们身上显出您的庆幸。  let me not shame thee, father, who displayest thy glory in thy children.  307  这一天是不快活的。

光在蹙额的云下,如一个被责打的儿童,灰白的脸上留着泪痕;风又号叫着,似一个受伤的世界的哭声。可是我知道,我正跋涉着去会我的朋侪。  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  今天晚上棕榈叶在嚓嚓地作响,海上有大浪,满月呵,就象世界在心脉悸跳。

从什么不行知的天空,您在您的缄默沉静里带来了爱的痛苦的秘密?  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  我梦见一颗星,一个灼烁岛屿,我将在那里出生。在它快速的闲暇深处,我的生命将成熟它的事业,象阳光下的稻田。  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  雨中的湿土的气息,就响从眇小的无声的群众那里来的一阵庞大的赞美歌声。  the smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of  praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant. 311  说恋爱会失去的那句话,乃是我们不能够看成真理来接受的一个事实。

  that love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.  312  我们将有一天会明确,死永远不能够夺去我们的灵魂所获得的工具。因为她所获得的,和她自己是一体。  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  神在我的黄昏的微光中,带着花到我这里来。

这些花都是我已往的,在他的花篮中还生存得很新鲜。  god comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my  past kept fresh in his basket.  314  主呀,当我的生之琴弦都已调得谐和时,你的手的一弹一奏,都可以发出爱的乐声来。  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  让我真真实实地在世吧,我的上帝。

这样,死对于我也就成了真实的了。  let me live truly, my lord, so that death to me become true.  316  人类的历史在很忍耐地等候着被侮辱者的胜利。  man's history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man.  317  我这一刻感应你的眼光正落在我的心上,象那早晨阳光中的缄默沉静落在已收获的孤寂的田野上一样。

  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  在这喧哗的波涛起伏的海中,我盼望着咏歌之鸟。  i long for the island of songs across this heaving sea of shouts.  319  夜的序曲是开始于夕阳西下的音乐,开始于它对难以形容的黑暗所作的庄严的赞歌。

  the prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset,  in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark.  320  我攀缘上岑岭,发现在名誉的荒芜不毛的高处,简直找不到一个遮身之地。我的引导者呵,向导着我在灼烁逝去之前,进到沉静的山谷里去吧。在那里,一生的收获将会成熟为黄金的智慧。  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  在这个黄昏的朦胧里,好些工具看来都好像是幻象一般--尖塔的底层在黑暗里消失了,树顶象是墨水的模糊的黑点似的。

我将等候着黎明,而当我醒来的时候,就会看到在灼烁里的您的都会。  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  我曾经受苦过,曾经失望过,曾经体会过“死亡”,于是我以我在这伟大的世界里为乐。

  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,也有贫乏和缄默沉静的地域;它们是我忙碌的日子获得日光与空气的几片空旷之地。  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  我的未完成的已往,从后边缠绕到我身上,使我难于死去。请从它那里释放了我吧。

  release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making  death difficult.  325  “我相信你的爱。”让这句话做我的最后的话。  let this be my last word, that i trust thy love.。


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