《飞鸟集》 泰戈尔 / 维基文库英文原版 + 墨舟中译

# 第1-10首
@ 1
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
夏日的迷鸟飞到我窗前，唱歌，然后飞走了。
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
秋天的黄叶，它们无歌可唱，只叹息一声，飘落在那里。
@ 2
O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
啊，世上小小的流浪者们，把你们的足迹留在我的话语里吧。
@ 3
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
世界在爱人面前卸下它巨大的面具。
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
它变得小如一首歌，小如永恒的一个吻。
@ 4
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
大地的泪水，使它微笑的花朵常开不败。
@ 5
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
广大的沙漠为爱一株草而燃烧——那草摇着头，笑着飞走了。
@ 6
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
你若在想念太阳时落下泪来，你也会错过群星。
@ 7
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
你路上的沙砾在乞求你的歌声和舞动，跳舞的水啊。你愿意承载它们跛行的重负吗？
@ 8
Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
她那渴望的面容萦绕我的梦，像夜里的雨。
@ 9
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
我们曾经梦见彼此是陌生人。
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
醒来才发现我们彼此深爱。
@ 10
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
哀愁在我心中沉静为平和，像暮色沉寂在无声的树间。

# 第11-20首
@ 11
Some unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
一些看不见的手指，像慵懒的风，在我心上弹奏着涟漪的音乐。
@ 12
"What language is thine, O sea?"
“海啊，你说的是什么语言？”
"The language of eternal question."
“永恒疑问的语言。”
"What language is thy answer, O sky?"
“天啊，你的回答是什么语言？”
"The language of eternal silence."
“永恒沉默的语言。”
@ 13
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
听啊，我的心，听世界对你的低语——那是它在向你求爱。
@ 14
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
创造的奥秘就像黑夜的幽暗——它是伟大的。知识的幻象就像晨间的雾。
@ 15
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
不要把爱情安置在悬崖上，只因为它很高。
@ 16
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
今晨我坐在窗前，世界像一个过路人，停驻片刻，向我点头，然后离去。
@ 17
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
这些小小的思绪是叶子的沙沙声；它们在心中低语着欢愉。
@ 18
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
你自己是什么，你看不见；你看见的，是你的影子。
@ 19
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy songs, my Master.
我的愿望是些傻子，它们对着你的歌声叫喊，我的主。
Let me but listen.
让我只是倾听。
@ 20
I cannot choose the best.
我不能选择最好的。
The best chooses me.
是最好的选择了我。

# 第21-30首
@ 21
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
把灯笼背在身后的人，把影子投在自己前面。
@ 22
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
我的存在，是永恒的惊奇，那就是生命。
@ 23
"We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?"
“我们，沙沙作响的叶子，有回应风暴的声音，可你是谁，如此沉默？”
"I am a mere flower."
“我只是一朵花。”
@ 24
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
休息属于劳作，就像眼睑属于眼睛。
@ 25
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
人是天生的孩子，他的力量是生长的力量。
@ 26
God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun and the earth.
神期待我们为它送来的花朵作答，而不是为太阳和大地。
@ 27
The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.
在绿叶间嬉戏的光，像一个赤裸的孩子，幸福得不知道人会撒谎。
@ 28
O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
啊，美啊，在爱中发现自己吧，不要在镜子的奉承里。
@ 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."
我的心在世界的岸边拍打她的浪花，用泪水在上面写下她的签名，题着：“我爱你。”
@ 30
"Moon, for what do you wait?"
“月亮，你在等什么？”
"To salute the sun for whom I must make way."
“向太阳致敬，我该为它让路了。”

# 第31-40首
@ 31
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
树来到我窗前，像无声大地的渴望之声。
@ 32
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
他自己的每个清晨，对神来说都是新的惊奇。
@ 33
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
生命以世界的索取为财富，以爱的索取为价值。
@ 34
The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
干涸的河床，找不到对它往昔的感激。
@ 35
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
鸟希望自己是云。
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
云希望自己是鸟。
@ 36
The waterfall sings, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."
瀑布歌唱：“当我找到自由，我便找到我的歌。”
@ 37
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
我说不清这心为何在沉默中憔悴。
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.
它渴求些微小的需要，却从不开口，也不知晓，更不记得。
@ 38
Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.
女人啊，当你在家务中往来劳作，你的四肢歌唱，像山涧在卵石间奔流。
@ 39
The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation to the East.
太阳越过西海，把它最后的致敬留给东方。
@ 40
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
别因为没有胃口而责怪你的食物。

# 第41-50首
@ 41
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.
树，像大地的渴望，踮起脚尖窥望天堂。
@ 42
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
你微笑着和我谈些无关紧要的话，我觉得为这一刻我已等了许久。
@ 43
The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing,
水中的鱼是沉默的，地上的兽是喧闹的，空中的鸟在歌唱；
But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
但人类兼有海的沉默、地的喧嚣和空气的音乐。
@ 44
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
世界在缠绵的心弦上疾驰，奏出悲伤的音乐。
@ 45
He has made his weapons his gods.
他把武器当成了神。
When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
当他的武器获胜，他自己便被打败了。
@ 46
God finds himself by creating.
神在创造中找到自己。
@ 47
Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love.
影子，拉上面纱，带着静默的爱之步，谦卑地跟在光的身后。
@ 48
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
群星不怕像萤火虫那样出现。
@ 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.
我感谢你，我不是权力的轮子之一，而是与那些被权力碾碎的生灵同在。
@ 50
The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.
心智锋利却不宽广，处处执着，却不肯移动。

# 第51-60首
@ 51
Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
你的偶像在尘土中粉碎，为了证明神的尘土大于你的偶像。
@ 52
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
人不在他的历史中显现自己，他在历史中挣扎向上。
@ 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."
玻璃灯斥责陶灯叫它表亲时，月亮升起；玻璃灯露出温和的微笑，招呼它——“我亲爱的，亲爱的姐妹。”
@ 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.
像海鸥与海浪的相遇，我们相遇又靠近。
海鸥飞走，浪花卷去，我们分别。
@ 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.
我的一天过去了，我像一艘被拖上沙滩的船，听着黄昏里潮水的舞曲。
@ 56
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
生命被赐予我们，我们以付出它来挣得它。
@ 57
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
当我们以谦卑成就伟大时，我们最接近伟大。
@ 58
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
麻雀为孔雀背负尾巴的重负而难过。
@ 59
Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
永远不要害怕时光——永恒的声音如此唱着。
@ 60
The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and suddenly ends its search in the Nowhere.
飓风走无路的捷径，在“乌有之乡”忽然结束它的搜寻。

# 第61-70首
@ 61
Take my wine in my own cup, friend.
朋友，用我自己的杯子喝我的酒吧。
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.
倒入别人的杯里，它就失去了泡沫的花环。
@ 62
The Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
完美为了爱不完全者，以美丽装扮自己。
@ 63
God says to man, "I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish."
神对人说：“我治愈你，因此我伤害你；爱你，因此惩罚你。”
@ 64
Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
感谢火焰的光吧，但别忘了站在阴影里、以恒久的耐心持灯的人。
@ 65
Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread.
小草啊，你的脚步很小，但你拥有你践踏之下的土地。
@ 66
The infant flower opens its bud and cries, "Dear World, please do not fade."
初生的花蕾绽开，哭道：“亲爱的世界，请不要凋谢。”
@ 67
God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.
神厌倦了伟大的王国，却从不厌倦小小的花朵。
@ 68
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
错误经不起失败，但是真理可以。
@ 69
"I give my whole water in joy," sings the waterfall, "though little of it is enough for the thirsty."
“我满怀喜悦献出我全部的水，”瀑布唱着，“虽然渴者只需少许便够。”
@ 70
Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?
那以不绝的狂喜抛出这些花朵的泉源在哪里？

# 第71-80首
@ 71
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
樵夫的斧头向树乞求它的柄。
The tree gave it.
树给了它。
@ 72
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
在我心的孤寂里，我感觉到这蒙着雾雨的、守寡的黄昏的叹息。
@ 73
Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
贞洁是从丰盈的爱中涌出的财富。
@ 74
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and brings out surprises of beauty.
雾，像爱，在山的心上嬉戏，引出惊人的美丽。
@ 75
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
我们读错了世界，却说世界欺骗了我们。
@ 76
The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.
诗人风，出海扬帆，穿林越岭，去寻找他自己的声音。
@ 77
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
每个孩子带来的信息是：神还没有对人失去信心。
@ 78
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
草在泥土中寻找她的同伴。
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
树在天空中寻找他的孤独。
@ 79
Man barricades against himself.
人筑起屏障，挡的是自己。
@ 80
Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
朋友，你的声音在我心中漫游，像海的声音在这些倾听的松林间隐约可闻。

# 第81-90首
@ 81
What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
这看不见的黑暗之火是什么，它的火花就是群星？
@ 82
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
让生命美丽如夏花，让死亡美丽如秋叶。
@ 83
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
想行善的人敲门；心中有爱的人，发现门是开着的。
@ 84
In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
在死亡中，众多合而为一；在生命中，一化为众多。
Religion will be one when God is dead.
当神死去，宗教将合而为一。
@ 85
The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her master.
艺术家是大自然的情人，因此她是他的奴仆，也是他的主人。
@ 86
"How far are you from me, O Fruit?"
“果实啊，你离我多远？”
"I am hidden in your heart, O Flower."
“花啊，我藏在你的心里。”
@ 87
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.
这渴望，属于那个在暗中被感知、在白日却看不见的。
@ 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.
“你是莲叶下的大露珠，我是它上面的小露珠，”露珠对湖水说。
@ 89
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.
剑鞘在保护剑的锋利时，安于自己的钝拙。
@ 90
In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears as manifold.
在黑暗中，“一”显现为整一；在光明里，“一”显现为繁多。

# 第91-100首
@ 91
The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass.
大地的广袤，借着草儿的好客成全。
@ 92
The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy whose wider circles move slowly among stars.
叶的生与死，是漩涡的急转；漩涡更宽的圆圈，在群星间缓缓游动。
@ 93
Power said to the world, "You are mine."
权力对世界说：“你是我的。”
The world kept it prisoner on her throne.
世界把权力囚禁在自己的宝座上。
The world gave it the freedom of her house.
世界又给了权力走遍自己屋子的自由。
@ 94
The mist is like the earth's desire.
雾是大地的渴望。
It hides the sun for whom she cries.
它遮蔽着她哭求的太阳。
@ 95
Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.
安静些，我的心，这些大树是祈祷。
@ 96
The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
此刻的喧嚣嘲笑着永恒的音乐。
@ 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.
我想起那些漂浮在生命、爱与死亡之流上、已被遗忘的过往世代，于是感到消散的自由。
@ 98
The sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
我灵魂的悲伤，是她新娘的面纱。
It waits to be lifted in the night.
它等待着在夜里被揭开。
@ 99
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
死亡的印戳给生命的钱币以价值，使人能用生命买下真正珍贵的东西。
@ 100
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.
白云谦卑地立在天空一角。
The morning crowned it with splendour.
晨光以辉煌为它加冕。

# 第101-110首
@ 101
The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
尘土接受侮辱，却回报以花朵。
@ 102
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
不要驻足采花留着它们，继续走吧，因为花会一路自行绽放。
@ 103
Roots are the branches down in the earth.
根是泥土里的枝。
Branches are roots in the air.
枝是空气中的根。
@ 104
The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.
远方夏天的音乐，绕着秋天盘旋，寻找它昔日的巢。
@ 105
Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.
别从自己的口袋里施舍美德给朋友，那是侮辱他。
@ 106
The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.
无名之日的触摸黏在我心上，像苔藓绕着老树。
@ 107
The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.
回声嘲弄它的本源，以证明自己才是原声。
@ 108
God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of His special favour.
当得意者夸耀神的特别眷顾时，神感到羞惭。
@ 109
I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not been lighted.
我把自己的影子投在路径上，因为我有盏未曾点燃的灯。
@ 110
Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.
人走进喧闹的人群，以淹没自己沉默的喧哗。

# 第111-120首
@ 111
That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is in the endless.
以衰竭告终的是死亡，但圆满的结局在无尽之中。
@ 112
The sun has his simple robe of light. The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.
太阳有他简朴的光之袍。
云朵却披着华美。
@ 113
The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.
群山像举起手臂、想捉星星的孩子们的叫喊。
@ 114
The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
道路在人群中是孤独的，因为它不被爱。
@ 115
The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.
夸耀自己恶作剧的权势，被飘落的黄叶和路过的云嘲笑。
@ 116
The earth hums to me to-day in the sun, like a woman at her spinning, some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.
大地今天在阳光下对我低吟，像纺纱的女人，用遗忘了的语言唱着远古的歌谣。
@ 117
The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.
草叶配得上它生长的广大世界。
@ 118
Dream is a wife who must talk,
梦是必须说话的妻子，睡眠是默默忍受的丈夫。
Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
@ 119
The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, "I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth."
夜亲吻着渐逝的白昼，在他耳边低语：“我是死亡，你的母亲。我要给你新生。”
@ 120
I feel thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp.
我感受到你的美，幽暗的夜，像心爱的女人熄了灯之后的美。

# 第121-130首
@ 121
I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.
在我繁茂的世界里，我承载着那些失败的世界。
@ 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，在这沙滩上听着这些涛声，我感觉到你无数沉郁暮色中伟大思想的静默。
@ 123
The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a lift in the air.
鸟以为把鱼带到空中是行善。
@ 124
"In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me," said the night to the sun.
“你在月亮里给我寄来情书，”夜对太阳说。
"I leave my answers in tears upon the grass."
“我把回信留在草上的泪水里。”
@ 125
The Great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world.
伟大者是天生的孩子；当他死去，他把伟大的童年留给世界。
@ 126
Not hammerstrokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.
不是锤击，而是水的舞蹈，把卵石唱成了完美。
@ 127
Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.
蜜蜂吮着花蜜，离去时嗡嗡道谢。
The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.
华美的蝴蝶却认定花欠它一声感谢。
@ 128
To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
直言不讳是容易的——当你不等自己说完全部真相的时候。
@ 129
Asks the Possible to the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling place?"
可能问不可能：“你住在哪里？”
"In the dreams of the impotent," comes the answer.
“在无力者的梦里，”回答传来。
@ 130
If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
你若把门对一切错误关上，真理也会被关在门外。

# 第131-140首
@ 131
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,--I cannot see them.
我听到我悲伤的心后有东西窸窣作响——我却看不见它们。
@ 132
Leisure in its activity is work.
活动中的闲暇是工作。
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
海的静默在波浪中涌动。
@ 133
The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
叶子在爱的时候变成花。
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
花在敬慕的时候变成果实。
@ 134
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
泥土下的根，不因使枝头结果而索取报偿。
@ 135
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
这雨夜，风躁动不安。
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things.
我看着摇曳的枝条，思索万物之伟大。
@ 136
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout.
午夜的暴风，像一个在不合时宜的黑暗中被惊醒的巨童，开始嬉闹叫喊。
@ 137
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou lonely bride of the storm.
海啊，你徒然地掀起你的波浪追随你的爱人，你这风暴的新娘，孤独的新娘。
@ 138
"I am ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work.
“我为我的空虚羞愧，”词对作品说。
"I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.
“我看见你时，才知道自己多么贫乏，”作品对词说。
@ 139
Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
时间是变化的财富，但时钟在它的戏仿里，使它变成纯粹的变动，而非财富。
@ 140
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
着装的真理觉得事实太紧。
In fiction she moves with ease.
在虚构中她舒展自如。

# 第141-150首
@ 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.
当年我东去西往，我曾厌倦你，啊，道路；但现在你引我走向一切地方，我已在爱中与你成婚。
@ 142
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
让我想，群星中有一颗在黑暗中指引我穿过漫长未知的路。
@ 143
Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
女人，以你手指的优雅，你触碰我的事物，秩序便如音乐一般涌现。
@ 144
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
一个悲伤的声音，把巢筑在岁月的废墟中。
It sings to me in the night,--"I loved you."
它在夜里对我歌唱——“我爱你。”
@ 145
The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
燃烧的火焰以它的光焰将我拒之门外。
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
请从灰烬下的余烬中救我出来。
@ 146
I have my stars in the sky,
我的星星在天上，
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
可啊，我屋中那盏未点燃的小灯。
@ 147
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
死文字之尘黏在你身上。
Wash thy soul with silence.
用沉默洗净你的灵魂。
@ 148
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
生命中留下裂隙，死亡的悲乐从中传来。
@ 149
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
清晨，世界敞开了它光之心的门。
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去迎接它。
@ 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.
我的思绪随这些闪烁的叶子闪烁，我的心伴着这阳光的触摸歌唱；我的生命欣悦地随万物漂流，漂入蓝色的空间，漂入时间的幽暗。

# 第151-160首
@ 151
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
神伟大的力量在温柔的微风里，不在风暴中。
@ 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.
这是这样一个梦：万物松散而压迫。
醒来时，我将在你那里把万物寻集，并得到自由。
@ 153
"Who is there to take up my duties?" asked the setting sun.
“谁来接我的职守？”落日问道。
"I shall do what I can, my Master," said the earthen lamp.
“我将尽我所能，我的主，”陶灯说。
@ 154
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
摘去花瓣，你并不能采到花的美。
@ 155
Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
沉默将承载你的声音，像鸟巢托着安睡的小鸟。
@ 156
The Great walks with the Small without fear.
伟大者无所畏惧地与渺小者同行。
The Middling keeps aloof.
而中庸者远远避开。
@ 157
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
夜在隐秘中绽放花朵，让白昼去接受感激。
@ 158
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
权力把受难者的挣扎视为忘恩负义。
@ 159
When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
当我们为丰盈而欢欣时，我们便能欣然地分享我们的果实。
@ 160
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered,--"We are thy homesick children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven."
雨点亲吻大地，低语：“我们是你思乡的孩子，母亲，从天上回到你身边。”

# 第161-170首
@ 161
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
蛛网假装要捉露珠，却捉了苍蝇。
@ 162
Love! when you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see your face and know you as bliss.
爱啊！当你手持燃烧的痛苦之灯到来，我能看见你的脸，认出你是极乐。
@ 163
"The learned say that your lights will one day be no more." said the firefly to the stars.
“学者说，你的光总有一天会熄灭，”萤火虫对群星说。
The stars made no answer.
群星没有回答。
@ 164
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to the nest of my silence.
黄昏的幽暗里，某个黎明的鸟，飞进我沉默的巢。
@ 165
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of ducks in the sky.
思绪在我心中掠过，像天空的雁群。
I hear the voice of their wings.
我听见它们翅膀的声音。
@ 166
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
运河喜欢认为，河流的存在只是为了给它供水。
@ 167
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs.
世界用痛苦亲吻了我的灵魂，要它以歌声作为回报。
@ 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?
压迫着我的，是我想冲出表层的灵魂，还是想叩进我心里的世界之魂？
@ 169
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
思想以它自己的话养活自己，并且生长。
@ 170
I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has filled with love.
我把我心之器皿浸入这静默的时辰；它已盛满了爱。

# 第171-180首
@ 171
Either you have work or you have not.
要么你有事可做，要么没有。
When you have to say, "Let us do something," then begins mischief.
当你不得不说“我们做点什么吧”时，麻烦就开始了。
@ 172
The sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin.
向日葵羞于承认那无名小花是她的亲族。
The sun rose and smiled on it, saying, "Are you well, my darling?"
太阳升起，向它微笑：“我的宝贝，你好吗？”
@ 173
"Who drives me forward like fate?"
“谁像命运一样驱我向前？”
"The Myself striding on my back."
“是跨在我背上的那个我。”
@ 174
The clouds fill the watercups of the river, hiding themselves in the distant hills.
云把河的水杯注满，自己却藏进远山。
@ 175
I spill water from my water jar as I walk on my way,
我一路走着，水从水罐里泼洒，带回家的只剩少许。
Very little remains for my home.
@ 176
The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark.
器皿中的水闪闪发亮，海中的水幽暗深沉。
The small truth has words that are clear; the great truth has great silence.
小小的真理言语清晰，伟大的真理拥有伟大的沉默。
@ 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.
你的微笑是你自己田野的花朵，你的言谈是你山中松林的沙沙声，但你的心是那个我们人人都认识的女人。
@ 178
It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones,--great things are for everyone.
留给亲人的是小事，伟大之物属于每一个人。
@ 179
Woman, thou hast encircled the world's heart with the depth of thy tears as the sea has the earth.
女人，你用泪水的深度环绕了世界的中心，像海环绕大地。
@ 180
The sunshine greets me with a smile.
阳光微笑着向我问好。
The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.
雨，他忧伤的妹妹，与我的心交谈。

# 第181-190首
@ 181
My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.
我白日的花被遗忘，落尽了花瓣。
In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
黄昏时它成熟为一枚记忆的金色果实。
@ 182
I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.
我像夜里的路，在沉默中倾听它记忆的脚步声。
@ 183
The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp, and a waiting behind it.
暮空于我像一扇窗，一盏点亮的灯，和灯后一个等待。
@ 184
He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
忙于行善的人，没有时间做好人。
@ 185
I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fulness in the field of ripened rice.
我是秋天的云，无雨可降，看我在这成熟的稻田里看到的丰盈。
@ 186
They hated and killed and men praised them.
他们仇恨、杀戮，而人们赞美他们。
But God in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.
但神羞愧地赶忙把这段记忆藏进绿草之下。
@ 187
Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.
脚趾是背弃了往昔的手指。
@ 188
Darkness travels towards light, but blindness towards death.
黑暗走向光，而盲目走向死亡。
@ 189
The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.
宠物狗怀疑宇宙密谋取代它的位置。
@ 190
Sit still my heart, do not raise your dust.
静坐吧，我的心，不要扬起你的尘土。
Let the world find its way to you.
让世界找到通向你的路。

# 第191-200首
@ 191
The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth--"Your freedom is mine."
弓在箭离弦前对它低语——“你的自由，就是我的自由。”
@ 192
Woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.
女人，在你的笑声里，有生命之泉的音乐。
@ 193
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.
全然的逻辑之心，像全刃的刀。
It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
它让用它的人的手流血。
@ 194
God loves man's lamp lights better than his own great stars.
神爱人点亮的灯，胜过他自己伟大的星群。
@ 195
This world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.
这个世界是狂野风暴的世界，被美的音乐驯服。
@ 196
"My heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss," said the sunset cloud to the sun.
“我的心像你亲吻的金匣子，”落霞的云对太阳说。
@ 197
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
触碰可能杀死，保持距离可能占有。
@ 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.
蟋蟀的唧唧和雨的淅沥穿过黑暗来到我身边，像从逝去的青春飘来的梦的窸窣。
@ 199
"I have lost my dewdrop," cries the flower to the morning sky that has lost all its stars.
“我失去了我的露珠，”花对失去所有星星的晨空哭道。
@ 200
The burning log bursts in flame and cries,--"This is my flower, my death."
燃烧的木柴迸出火焰，哭喊着——“这是我的花，我的死。”

# 第201-210首
@ 201
The wasp thinks that the honey-hive of the neighbouring bees is too small.
黄蜂觉得邻家蜜蜂的蜂巢太小。
His neighbours ask him to build one still smaller.
邻居们请他建一个更小的。
@ 202
"I cannot keep your waves," says the bank to the river.
“我留不住你的波浪，”河岸对河说。
"Let me keep your footprints in my heart."
“让我把你的足迹留在我的心里吧。”
@ 203
The day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of all worlds.
白昼，以这小小地球的喧嚣，淹没了一切世界的沉默。
@ 204
The song feels the infinite in the air, the picture in the earth, the poem in the air and the earth;
歌在空气中感到无限，画在大地中感到无限，诗在空气与大地中都感到无限；
For its words have meaning that walks and music that soars.
因为诗的词语有行走的意义和翱翔的音乐。
@ 205
When the sun goes down to the West, the East of his morning stands before him in silence.
当太阳西沉，他清晨的东方静静立在他面前。
@ 206
Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.
让我不要错待我的世界，把它推到我的对立面。
@ 207
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
赞美使我羞愧，因为我私下里乞求它。
@ 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.
让我在无事可做时，把无事可做变成一种宁静，深静如海水平静时海边的黄昏。
@ 209
Maiden, your simplicity, like the blueness of the lake, reveals your depth of truth.
少女，你的纯净，像湖的蔚蓝，显露你真实的深度。
@ 210
The best does not come alone.
最好的不独来。
It comes with the company of the all.
它与万物结伴而来。

# 第211-220首
@ 211
God's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.
神的右手是温柔的，他的左手却可怖。
@ 212
My evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a language which my morning stars did not know.
我的黄昏降临在异乡的树间，用一种我的晨星不懂的语言说话。
@ 213
Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.
夜的黑暗是一个袋子，被黎明的金子胀破。
@ 214
Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.
我们的欲望，给生命中单纯的雾霭染上彩虹的颜色。
@ 215
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.
神等待从人手中收回他自己的花，作为礼物。
@ 216
My sad thoughts tease me asking me their own names.
我忧伤的思想逗弄我，问我它们自己的名字。
@ 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.
果实的奉献是珍贵的，花的奉献是甜美的，但让我做叶子的奉献，在谦卑的敬献之荫里。
@ 218
My heart has spread its sails to the idle winds for the shadowy island of Anywhere.
我的心已扬帆，驶向随便何处的雾岛，乘着那无所事事的风。
@ 219
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
人是残忍的，而人类是仁慈的。
@ 220
Make me thy cup and let my fulness be for thee and for thine.
让我做你的杯子，让我的丰盈属于你，也属于你的。

# 第221-230首
@ 221
The storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the earth refuses.
风暴像一个痛苦的神的哭喊，他的爱被大地拒绝。
@ 222
The world does not leak because death is not a crack.
世界不会漏水，因为死亡不是裂缝。
@ 223
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
生命因失去的爱而变得更富足。
@ 224
My friend, your great heart shone with the sunrise of the East like the snowy summit of a lonely hill in the dawn.
朋友，你伟大的心随着东方的日出闪耀，像黎明中孤寂雪山的峰顶。
@ 225
The fountain of death makes the still water of life play.
死亡之泉，让生命静寂的水流动起来。
@ 226
Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.
拥有万物而没有你的人，嘲笑只有你而别无所有的人——我的神。
@ 227
The movement of life has its rest in its own music.
生命的运动，在它自己的音乐中得到安歇。
@ 228
Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.
踢打只扬起尘土，不会从大地踢出庄稼。
@ 229
Our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving its signature.
我们的名字是夜里在海上亮起又熄灭的光，没有留下签名。
@ 230
Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.
只有看得到玫瑰的眼睛，才让它看见荆棘。

# 第231-240首
@ 231
Set bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.
给鸟的翅膀镀上金子，它便再也不能飞上天空。
@ 232
The same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with the same sweetness, under another name.
我们家乡同样的莲花，在异乡的水中、以另一个名字，开着同样的芬芳。
@ 233
In heart's perspective the distance looms large.
在心的透视里，距离显得庞大。
@ 234
The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.
月亮的光洒满整片天，暗斑留给自己。
@ 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.
不要说“这是早晨”，用昨天的名字打发它。
要把它当作初生的、没有名字的孩子，第一次看待。
@ 236
Smoke boasts to the sky, and Ashes to the earth, that they are brothers to the fire.
烟对天夸口，灰对地夸口，说它们是火的兄弟。
@ 237
The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart for ever."
雨滴对茉莉低语：“永远把我留在你心里。”
The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground.
茉莉叹息，“唉”，坠落在地。
@ 238
Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.
羞怯的思想，不要怕我。
I am a poet.
我是一个诗人。
@ 239
The dim silence of my mind seems filled with crickets' chirp--the grey twilight of sound.
我心灵微暗的寂静，似乎充满了蟋蟀的鸣叫——灰色的声音薄暮。
@ 240
Rockets, your insult to the stars follows yourself back to the earth.
焰火，你对群星的冒犯，会追随你自己落回大地。

# 第241-250首
@ 241
Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day to my evening's loneliness.
你率领我穿过白天拥挤的旅程，来到我黄昏的孤独。
I wait for its meaning through the stillness of the night.
我透过夜的静默等待它的意义。
@ 242
This life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same narrow ship.
这一生是渡海，我们在同一艘窄船里相逢。
In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds.
在死亡中我们抵达彼岸，各自走向不同的世界。
@ 243
The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.
真理的河流，流经它错误的渠道。
@ 244
My heart is homesick to-day for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.
今天，我的心思念着时海彼岸那甜蜜的一小时。
@ 245
The bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the earth.
鸟的歌，是晨光从大地发出的回声。
@ 246
"Are you too proud to kiss me?" the morning light asks the buttercup.
“你骄傲得不肯吻我吗？”晨光问金凤花。
@ 247
"How may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?" asked the little flower.
“我如何为你歌唱、向你礼拜，太阳啊？”小花问道。
"By the simple silence of thy purity," answered the sun.
“以你纯净的单纯沉默，”太阳回答。
@ 248
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
人当他是动物时，比动物更糟。
@ 249
Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.
乌云被光亲吻，便成了天堂的花。
@ 250
Let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt.
不要让刀刃嘲笑它的柄太钝。

# 第251-260首
@ 251
The night's silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of its milky way.
夜的沉默，像一盏深灯，以银河水燃烧着光。
@ 252
Around the sunny island of Life swells day and night death's limitless song of the sea.
在生命这阳光明媚的岛屿四周，日夜涌着死亡无边的海之歌。
@ 253
Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills, drinking the sunlight?
这座山难道不像一朵花吗？以群山的瓣，啜饮着阳光。
@ 254
The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal.
真实若被误读、放错重点，便是虚幻。
@ 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，从世界的运行中发现你的美吧，像那拥有风和水的优雅的船。
@ 256
The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.
眼睛不因能看而骄傲，却因有眼镜而骄傲。
@ 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.
我活在我渺小的世界里，害怕让它减去分毫。
把我举进你的世界，让我欣然地拥有失去一切的自由。
@ 258
The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.
虚假以权力的增长，永远不能长成真理。
@ 259
My heart, with its lapping waves of song, longs to caress this green world of the sunny day.
我的心，以它拍岸的歌之浪，渴望抚摸这阳光白日的绿色世界。
@ 260
Wayside grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers.
路边的草啊，去爱那颗星吧，你的梦便会开出花来。

# 第261-270首
@ 261
Let your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its heart.
让你的音乐，像一把剑，刺进市场的喧嚣的心脏。
@ 262
The trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an infant child.
这棵树颤动的叶子触着我的心，像婴儿的手指。
@ 263
This sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
我灵魂的悲伤，是她新娘的面纱。
It waits to be lifted in the night.
它等待着在夜里被揭开。
@ 264
The little flower lies in the dust.
小花躺在尘土里。
It sought the path of the butterfly.
它寻找过蝴蝶的路。
@ 265
I am in the world of the roads.
我在道路的世界里。
The night comes. Open thy gate, thou world of the home.
夜来了。
开门吧，家园的世界。
@ 266
I have sung the songs of thy day.
我已唱过你白日的歌。
In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path.
黄昏里，让我举着你的灯走过风暴之路。
@ 267
I do not ask thee into the house.
我没有请你进屋。
Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.
到我无尽的孤独里来吧，我的爱人。
@ 268
Death belongs to life as birth does.
死亡属于生命，正如诞生。
The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
走路在于抬起脚，也在于放下脚。
@ 269
I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine--teach me to know thy words in pain and death.
我从你花与阳光中的低语，懂得了简单的意义——教我懂得你在痛苦与死亡中的词语。
@ 270
The night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.
夜之花醒来太迟，清晨吻了她，她颤抖、叹息，坠落在地。

# 第271-280首
@ 271
Through the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.
穿过万物的忧伤，我听见永恒母亲的哼唱。
@ 272
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.
我作为陌生人来到你的岸边，作为客人在你屋里居住，作为朋友离开你的门——我的大地。
@ 273
Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
我离去后，让我的思想来到你身边，像日落余晖缀在群星沉默的边际。
@ 274
Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper to me of love.
在心里点亮安歇的晚星，然后让夜向我低语爱。
@ 275
I am a child in the dark.
我是黑暗中的孩子。
I stretch my hands through the coverlet of night for thee, Mother.
我穿过夜的被褥向你伸出手，母亲。
@ 276
The day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother.
劳作之日结束了。
Let me dream.
把我的脸藏进你的臂弯吧，母亲。
让我做梦。
@ 277
The lamp of meeting burns long; it goes out in a moment at the parting.
相聚的灯燃得长久；离别时，它片刻即灭。
@ 278
One word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, "I have loved."
世界啊，我死后，请在沉默中为我留一句话：“我爱过。”
@ 279
We live in this world when we love it.
当我们爱这个世界时，我们便活在其中。
@ 280
Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
让死者享有名声的永恒，让生者享有爱的永恒。

# 第281-290首
@ 281
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，像半醒的孩子在黎明的暗光里看见母亲，然后微笑，又睡去。
@ 282
I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
我将一次又一次死去，以知晓生命是无穷尽的。
@ 283
While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.
当我随着人群走在路上，我看到你从阳台上微笑，我歌唱，忘掉了所有的喧嚣。
@ 284
Love is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.
爱是丰盈的生命，像斟满酒的杯。
@ 285
They light their own lamps and sing their own words in their temples.
他们在自己的庙里点亮自己的灯，唱自己的词句。
But the birds sing thy name in thine own morning light,--for thy name is joy.
但鸟儿在你自己的晨光里唱你的名字——因为你的名字是喜乐。
@ 286
Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs.
引领我进入你沉默的中心，让我的心充满歌声。
@ 287
Let them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks.
让他们在自己嘶嘶的焰火世界里活着吧。
My heart longs for thy stars, my God.
我的心渴望你的星群，我的神。
@ 288
Love's pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea, and love's joy sang like birds in its flowering groves.
爱的痛苦绕着我的生命歌唱，像深不可测的海；爱的喜悦像鸟儿，在它花开如林的园中歌唱。
@ 289
Put out the lamp when thou wishest.
你愿意时，就熄灭灯吧。
I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.
我认得你的黑暗，并且爱它。
@ 290
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.
当白昼尽头我立于你面前，你将看见我的伤疤，知道我有过创伤，也有过愈合。

# 第291-300首
@ 291
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."
总有一天，我会在另一个世界的日出里对你歌唱：“我以前在大地的光里、在人的爱里见过你。”
@ 292
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.
云从别的日子飘进我的生命，不再降雨，不再召唤风暴，只为给我落霞的天染上色彩。
@ 293
Truth raises against itself the storm that scatters its seeds broadcast.
真理在自身面前掀起风暴，把它的种子吹散四方。
@ 294
The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace.
昨夜的风暴，给今晨加冕了金色的和平。
@ 295
Truth seems to come with its final word; and the final word gives birth to its next.
真理似乎带着它最后的话而来；而那最后的话，又生出它下一句。
@ 296
Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
有福的人，是名声没有盖过他的真实的人。
@ 297
Sweetness of thy name fills my heart when I forget mine--like thy morning sun when the mist is melted.
当我忘记自己的名字，你的名字的甜蜜充满我的心——像晨雾消散时你的朝阳。
@ 298
The silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day of the child.
静默的夜有母亲的美，喧闹的白昼有孩子的美。
@ 299
The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him when he laughed.
世界在人微笑时爱他。
世界在他大笑时害怕他。
@ 300
God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.
神等着人重获智慧中的童年。

# 第301-310首
@ 301
Let me feel this world as thy love taking form, then my love will help it.
让我感到这世界是你的爱在成形，然后我的爱将助它一臂。
@ 302
Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers.
你的阳光在我心的冬日上微笑，从不怀疑它的春花。
@ 303
God kisses the finite in his love and man the infinite.
神以他的爱亲吻有限，人亲吻无限。
@ 304
Thou crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfilment.
你穿越荒芜岁月的沙漠，去抵达圆满的时刻。
@ 305
God's silence ripens man's thoughts into speech.
神的沉默，把人思想酿成言语。
@ 306
Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.
永恒的行者啊，你将发现你的足迹已刻在我的歌里。
@ 307
Let me not shame thee, Father, who displayest thy glory in thy children.
父啊，让我不要让你蒙羞，你在你的儿女中彰显你的荣光。
@ 308
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@ 309
To-night 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?
今夜，棕榈叶间有骚动，海中有浪涌，满月像世界的心跳。
你从哪片未知的天空，把爱的隐痛之秘默然带来？
@ 310
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 ricefield in the autumn sun.
我梦见一颗星，一座光之岛，我将生于斯，在它催生灵动的深处，我的生命将成熟它的果实，像秋天阳光下稻田里的谷。

# 第311-320首
@ 311
The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
雨中湿土的芬芳升起，像无声众生的一曲大赞歌。
@ 312
That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
爱可能失去，这一事实我们不能当作真理接受。
@ 313
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.
总有一天我们会知道，死亡永远夺不走我们灵魂所得之物，因为她的所得与她自身合一。
@ 314
God comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my past kept fresh in his basket.
神在我黄昏的幽暗中向我走来，带着我昔日的花，在他的篮子里保持鲜新。
@ 315
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.
当我生命的琴弦全部调准，我的主，那么你每一次触碰，都会奏出爱的音乐。
@ 316
Let me live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true.
让我真实地活着，我的主，好让死亡对我也成为真实。
@ 317
Man's history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man.
人的历史，在耐心等待着受辱者的胜利。
@ 318
I feel thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of the morning upon the lonely field whose harvest is over.
此刻我感觉到你的目光落在我心上，像早晨的阳光般静默的宁静，落在那收割已尽的寂寞田野上。
@ 319
I long for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts.
我渴望渡过这汹涌的呐喊之海，抵达歌之岛。
@ 320
The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset, in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark.
夜的前奏，在落日的音乐中开始，在它对不可言说的幽暗的庄严赞美诗中开始。

# 第321-326首
@ 321
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.
我已攀上峰顶，在名声荒凉的高处找不到庇护。
领我走吧，我的向导，趁光未熄，进入宁静的山谷，那里生命的收成成熟为金色的智慧。
@ 322
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.
在这黄昏的幽暗中，万物显得奇幻——基座消失在黑暗里的尖塔，像墨渍的树顶。
我将等待清晨，醒来在光中看见你的城。
@ 323
I have suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world.
我受过苦，绝望过，认识过死亡，而我欣然，我在这伟大的世界里。
@ 324
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.
我的生命里有些赤裸而寂静的地带。
它们是我忙碌的日子获得光与空气的空地。
@ 325
Release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making death difficult.
把我从身后纠缠着我的未竟往昔中释放吧，它使死亡变得艰难。
@ 326
Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.
让这成为我的遗言：我信赖你的爱。
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