《飞鸟集 (中英对照)》

２５１

夜的沉默，如一个深深的灯盏，银河便是它燃着的灯光。

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，日夜冲击着生命的光明岛的四周。

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”的含义被误解，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，正如那小船得到风与水的优美似的。

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，让我高高兴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变成真实。

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波浪，渴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，你的梦境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

这树的颤动之叶，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

小花睡在尘土里。

它寻求蛱蝶走的道路。

The little flower lies in the dust.

It sought the path of the butterfly.

２６４

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！

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天的歌。

在黄昏的时候，让我拿着您的灯走过风雨飘摇的道路吧。

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。－－再教我明白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。

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，映在沉默的星天的边上。

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爱情。

Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper to me of love.

２７４

我是一个在黑暗中的孩子。

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。

The day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother.

Let me dream.

２７６

集会时的灯光，点了很久，会散时，灯便立刻灭了。

The lamp of meeting burns long; it goes out in a moment at the parting.

２７７

当我死时，世界呀，请在你的沉默中，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

我看见你，象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。

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，以明白生是无穷无尽的。

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。

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，正如盛满了酒的酒杯。

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。

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。

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

领我到您的沉寂的中心，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。

我的心渴望着您的繁星，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

爱的痛苦环绕着我的一生，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

假如您愿意，您就熄了灯吧。

我将明白您的黑暗，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，站在您的面前时，您将看见我的伤疤，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，我要在别的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

从别的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

真理引起了反对它自己的狂风骤雨，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和平。

The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace.

２９４

真理仿佛带了它的结论而来；而那结论却产生了它的第二个。

Truth seems to come with its final word; and the final word gives birth to its next.

２９５

他是有福的，因为他的名望并没有比他的真实更光亮。

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美丽，而吵闹的白天具有孩子的美丽。

 

The silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous dayof 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

神等待着人在智慧中重新获得童年。

God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.

３００

让我感到这个世界乃是您的爱的成形吧，那末，我的爱也将帮助着它。

Let me feel this world as thy love taking form, then my ove will help it.

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