《飞鸟集 (中英对照)》

２０１

黄蜂认为邻蜂储蜜之巢太小。

他的邻人要他去建筑一个更小的。

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：“我不能留住你的波浪。

让我保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

白日以这小小的地球的喧扰，淹没了整个宇宙的沉默。

The day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of all worlds.

２０４

歌声在天空中感到无限，图画在地上感到无限，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面前。

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反对我。

Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.

２０７

荣誉使我感到惭愧，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，不受骚扰地沉入安静深处吧，一如海水沉默时海边的暮色。

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，表现出你的真理之深邃。

Maiden, your simplicity, like the blueness of the lake, reveals your depth of truth.

２１０

 

最好的东西不是独来的，

它伴了所有的东西同来。

The best does not come alone.

It comes with the company of the all.

２１１

神的右手是慈爱的，但是他的左手却可怕。

God's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.

２１２

我的晚色从陌生的树木中走来，它用我的晓星所不懂得的语言说话。

My evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a language which 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过是云雾的人生。

Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.

２１５

神等待着，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；但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 is sweet, but let my service be the service of the leaves in its shade of humble devotion.

２１８

我的心向着阑珊的风张了帆，要到无论何处的荫凉之岛去。

My heart has spread its sails to the idle winds for the shadowy island 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，因为他的爱情被大地所拒绝。

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

生命因为付出了的爱情而更为富足。

Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.

２２４

我的朋友，你伟大的心闪射出东方朝阳的光芒，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 like the 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

那些有一切东西而没有您的人，我的上帝，在讥笑着那些没有别的东西而只有您的人呢。

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得到它的休息。

The movement of life has its rest in its own music.

２２８

踢足只能从地上扬起尘土而不能得到收获。

Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.

２２９

我们的名字，便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翱翔了。

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陌生的水上开了花，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广阔了。

In heart's perspective the distance looms large.

２３４

月儿把她的光明遍照在天上，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，把它当作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

我的心在朦胧的沉默里，似乎充满了蟋蟀的鸣声－－声音的灰暗的暮色。

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，又跟着你自己回到地上来了。

Rockets, your insult to the stars follows yourself back to the earth.

２４１

您曾经带领着我，穿过我的白天的拥挤不堪的旅程，而到达了我的黄昏的孤寂之境。

在通宵的寂静里，我等待着它的意义。

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反响过去的回声。

The bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the earth.

２４６

晨光问毛茛道：“你是骄傲得不肯和我接吻么？”

Are you too proud to kiss me?

２４７

小花问道：“我要怎样地对你唱，怎样地崇拜你呢？太阳呀？”

太阳答道：“只要用你的纯洁的素朴的沉默。”

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变成天上的花朵。

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.

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