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第5章 飞鸟集(4)

我有群星在天上, 但是,唉,我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。

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死文字的尘土沾着你。 用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。

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生命里留了许多罅隙,从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。

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The world has opened its heart of light in the morning. Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

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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.

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God’s great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.

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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.

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Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun. I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。 出来吧,我的心,带着你的爱去与它相会。

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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 的抚触而歌唱;我的生命因为偕了万物一同浮泛在空间的蔚蓝、时 间的墨黑中而感到欢快。

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神的巨大的威权是在柔和的微飔里,而不在狂风暴雨之中。

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在梦中,一切事都散漫着,都压着我,但这不过是一个梦呀。 当我醒来时,我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里,我也便

将自由了。

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落日问道:“有谁继续我的职务呢?” 瓦灯说道:“我要尽我所能的做去,我的主人。”

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By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

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Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.

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The Great walks with the Small without fear. The Middling keeps aloof.

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The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.

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Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

采着花瓣时,得不到花的美丽。

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沉默蕴蓄着语声,正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。

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大的不怕与小的同游。 居中的却远而避之。

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夜秘密地把花开放了,却让那白日去领受谢词。

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权力认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。

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When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

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The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, we are thy homesick children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

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The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

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Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see your face and know you as bliss.

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The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the firefly to the stars.

The stars made no answer.

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。

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雨点吻着大地,微语道:“我们是你思家的孩子,母亲,现 在从天上回到你这里来了。”

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蛛网好像要捉露点,却捉住了苍蝇。

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爱情呀,当你手里拿着点亮了的痛苦之灯走来时,我能够看 见你的脸,而且以你为幸福。

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萤火对天上的星说道:“学者说你的光明总有一天会消 灭 的 。”

天上的星不回答它。

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In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to the nest of my silence.

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Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky. I hear the voice of their wings.

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The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.

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The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs.

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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?

在黄昏的微光里,有那清晨的鸟儿来到了我的沉默的鸟 巢里。

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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。

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沟洫总喜欢想:河流的存在,是专为它供给水流的。

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世界以它的痛苦同我接吻,而要求歌声做报酬。

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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?

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Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

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I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has filled with love.

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Either you have work or you have not.

When you have to say, “Let us do something”, then begins mischief.

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The sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin.

The sun rose and smiled on it, saying, “Are you well, my darling?”

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Who drives me forward like fate? The Myself striding on my back.

思想以它自己的言语喂养它自己而成长起来。

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我把我的心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中,它盛满了爱了。

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或者你在工作,或者你没有。 当你不得不说“让我们做些事吧”时,那末就要开始胡闹了。

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向日葵羞于把无名的花朵看作她的同胞。 太阳升上来了,向它微笑,说道:“你好么,我的宝贝儿?”

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“谁如命运似地推着我向前走呢?” “那是我自己,在身背后大跨步走着。”

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The clouds fill the watercups of the river, hiding themselves in the distant hills.

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I spill water from my water jar as I walk on my way, very little remains for my home.

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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.

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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.

云把水倒在河的水杯里,它们自己却藏在远山之中。

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我一路走去,从我的水瓶中漏出水来。只留着极少极少的水 供我回家使用了。

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杯中的水是光辉的,海中的水却是黑色的。 小理可以用文字来说清楚,大理却只有沉默。

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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;但是你的心呀,却是那个女人,那个我们全都认识的 女人。

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It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones, — great things are for everyone.

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Woman, thou hast encircled the world s heart with the depth of thy tears as the sea has the earth.

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The sunshine greets me with a smile.

The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.

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My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.

In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.

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I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.

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。

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妇人呀,你用泪海包绕着世界的心,正如大海包绕着大地。

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太阳以微笑向我问候。 雨,它的忧闷的姊姊,向我的心谈话。

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我的昼间之花,落下它那被遗忘的花瓣。 在黄昏中,这花成熟为一颗记忆的金果。

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我像那夜间之路,正静悄悄地听着记忆的足音。

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The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp, and a waiting behind it.

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He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.

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I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fulness in the field of ripened rice.

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They hated and killed and men praised them.

But God in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.

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Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.

黄昏的天空,在我看来,像一扇窗户,一盏灯火,灯火背后 的一次等待。

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太急于做好事的人,反而找不到时间去做好事。

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我是秋云,空空地不载着雨水,但在成熟的稻田中,可以看 见我的充实。

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他们嫉妒,他们残杀,人反而称赞他们。 然而上帝却害了羞,匆匆地把他的记忆埋藏在绿草下面。

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脚趾乃是舍弃了其过去的手指。

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Darkness travels towards light, but blindness towards death.

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The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.

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Sit still, my heart, do not raise your dust. Let the world find its way to you.

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The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth — Your freedom is mine.

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Woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.

黑暗向光明旅行,但是盲者却向死亡旅行。

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小狗疑心大宇宙阴谋篡夺它的位置。

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静静地坐着吧,我的心,不要扬起你的尘土。 让世界自己寻路向你走来。

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弓在箭要射出之前,低声对箭说道:“你的自由是我的自由。”

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妇人,在你的笑声里有着生命之泉的音乐。

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A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

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God loves man’s lamp lights better than his own great stars.

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