第7章 飞鸟集(6)
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。
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鸟的歌声是曙光从大地反响过去的回声。
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Are you too proud to kiss me？
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“How may I sing to thee and worship， O Sun？” askde the little flower.
“By the simple silence of thy purity，” answered the sun.
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Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
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Dark clouds become heaven’s flowers when kissed by light.
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Let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt.
晨光问毛莨道：“你是不是骄傲得不肯和我接吻么？”
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小花问道：“我要怎样地对你唱，怎样地崇拜你呢，太阳呀？” 太阳答道：“只要用你的纯洁的素朴的沉默。”
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当人是兽时，他比兽还坏。
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黑云受光的接吻时便变成天上的花朵。
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不要让刀锋讥笑它柄子的拙钝。
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The night’s silence， like a deep lamp， is burning with the light of its milky way.
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Around the sunny island of Life swells day and night Death’s limitless song of the sea.
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Is not this mountain like a flower， with its petals of hill， drinking the sunlight？
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The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal.
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Find your beauty， my heart， from the world’s movement， like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.
夜的沉默，如一个深深的灯盏，银河便是它燃着的灯光。
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死像大海的无限的歌声，日夜冲击着生命的光明岛的四周。
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花瓣似的山峰在饮着日光，这山岂不像一朵花吗？
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“真实”的含义被误解，轻重被倒置，那就成了“不真 实”。
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我的心呀，从世界的流动中，找你的美吧，正如那小船得到 风与水的优美似的。
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The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.
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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.
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The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.
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My heart， with its lapping waves of son， longs to caress this green world of the sunny day.
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Wayside grass， love the star， then your dreams will come out in flowers.
眼不能以视来骄人，却以它们的眼镜来骄人。
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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，让我有高高兴兴地失去我的一切的 自由。
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虚伪永远不能凭借它生长在权力中而变成真实。
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我的心，同着它的歌的拍子拍舐岸的波浪，渴望着要抚爱这 个阳光熙和的绿色世界。
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道旁的草，爱那天上的星吧，你的梦境便可在花朵里实现了。
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Let your music， like a sword， pierce the noise of the market to its heart.
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The trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an infant child.
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The little flower lies in the dust.
It sought the path of the butterfly.
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I am in the world of the roads.
The night comes. Open thy gate， thou world of the home.
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I have sung the songs of thy day.
In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path.
让你的音乐如一柄利刃，直刺入市井喧扰的心中吧。
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这树的颤动之叶，触动着我的心，像一个婴儿的手指。
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小花睡在尘土里。 它寻求蛱蝶走的道路。
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我是在道路纵横的世界上。 夜来了。打开您的门吧，家之世界呵！
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我已经唱过了您的白天的歌。 在黄昏时候，让我拿着您的灯走过风雨飘摇的道路吧。
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I do not ask thee into the house.
Come into my infinite loneliness， my Lover.
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Death belongs to life as birth does.
The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
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I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine — teach me to know thy words in pain and death.
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The night’s flower was late when the morning kissed her， she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.
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Through the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.
我不要求你进我的屋里。 你到我无量的孤寂里吧，我的爱人！
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死亡隶属于生命，正与出生一样。 举足是走路，正如落足也是走路。
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我已经学会了你在花与阳光里微语的意义——再教我明白你 在苦与死中所说的话吧。
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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。
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从万物的愁苦中，我听见了“永恒母亲”的呻吟。
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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.
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Let my thoughts come to you， when I am gone， like the after glow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
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Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper to me of love.
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I am a child in the dark.
I stretch my hands through the coverlet of night for thee， Mother.
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The day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms， Mother. Let me dream.
大地呀，我到你岸上时是一个陌生人，住在你屋内时是一个 宾客，离开你的门时是一个朋友。
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当我去时，让我的思想到你那里来，如那夕阳的余光，映在 沉默的星天的边上。
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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 着爱情。
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我是一个在黑暗中的孩子。 我从夜的被单里向你伸出我的双手，母亲。
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白天的工作完了。把我的脸掩藏在您的臂间吧，母亲。让我 入梦吧。
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The lamp of meeting burns long； it goes out in a moment at the parting.
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One word keep for me in thy silence， O World， when I am dead， I have loved.
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We live in this world when we love it.
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Let the dead have the immortality of fame， but the living the immortality of love.
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I have seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.
集会时的灯光，点了很久，会散时，灯便立刻灭了。
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当我死时，世界呀，请在你的沉默中，替我留着“我已经爱 过了”这句话吧。
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我们在热爱世界时便生活在这世界上。
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让死者有那不朽的名，但让生者有那不朽的爱。
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我看见你，像那半醒的婴孩在黎明的微光里看见他的母亲， 于是微笑而又睡去了。
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I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
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While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.
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Love is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.
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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.
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Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs.
我将死了又死，以明白生是无穷无尽的。
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当我和拥挤的人群一同在路上走过时，我看见您从阳台上送 过来的微笑，我歌唱着，忘却了所有的喧哗。
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爱就是充实了的生命，正如盛满了酒的酒杯。
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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。
但是小鸟们却在你的晨光中，唱着你的名字，因为你的名字 便是快乐。
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领我到您的沉寂的中心，使我的心充满了歌吧。
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Let them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks. My heart longs for thy stars， my God.
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Love’s pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea， and love’s joy sang like birds in its flowering groves.
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Put out the lamp when thou wishest.
I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.
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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.
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