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　　100

　　白云謙遜地站在天之一隅。

　　晨光給它戴上霞彩。

　　The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.

　　The morning crowned it with splendour.

　　101

　　塵土受到損辱，卻以她的花朵來(lái)報(bào)答。

　　The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.

　　102

　　只管走過(guò)去，不必逗留著采了花朵來(lái)保存，因?yàn)橐宦飞匣ǘ渥詴?huì)繼續(xù)開放的。

　　Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on,

　　for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.

　　103

　　根是地下的枝。

　　枝是空中的根。

　　Roots are the branches down in the earth.

　　Branches are roots in the air.

　　104

　　遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)去了的夏之音樂(lè)，翱翔于秋間，尋求它的舊壘。

　　The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking

　　its former nest.

　　105

　　不要從你自己的袋里掏出勛績(jī)借給你的朋友，這是污辱他的。

　　Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.

　　106

　　無(wú)名的日子的感觸，攀緣在我的心上，正象那綠色的苔蘚，攀

　　緣在老樹的周身。

　　The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round

　　the old tree.

　　107

　　回聲嘲笑她的原聲，以證明她是原聲。

　　The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

　　108

　　當(dāng)富貴利達(dá)的人夸說(shuō)他得到神的特別恩惠時(shí)，上帝卻羞了。

　　God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of His special favour.

　　109

　　我投射我自己的影子在我的路上，因?yàn)槲矣幸槐K還沒有燃點(diǎn)起來(lái)的明燈。

　　I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not

　　been lighted.

　　110

　　人走進(jìn)喧嘩的群眾里去，為的是要淹沒他自己的沉默的呼號(hào)。

　　Man goes into the noisy crowed to drown his own clamour of silence.

　　111

　　終止于衰竭是“死亡”，但“圓滿”卻終止于無(wú)窮。

　　That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is

　　in the endless.

　　112

　　太陽(yáng)只穿一件樸素的光衣，白云卻披了燦爛的裙裾。

　　The sun has his simple rode of light. The clouds are decked with

　　gorgeousness.

　　113

　　山峰如群兒之喧嚷，舉起他們的雙臂，想去捉天上的星星。

　　The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying

　　to catch stars.

　　114

　　道路雖然擁擠，卻是寂寞的，因?yàn)樗遣槐粣鄣摹?/p>

　　The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.

　　115

　　權(quán)勢(shì)以它的惡行自夸，落下的黃葉與浮游的云片卻在笑它。

　　The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow

　　leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.

　　116

　　今天大地在太陽(yáng)光里向我營(yíng)營(yíng)哼鳴，象一個(gè)織著布的婦人，用一種已經(jīng)被忘

　　卻的語(yǔ)言，哼著一些古代的歌曲。

　　The earth hums to me today in the sun, like a woman at her spinning,

　　some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue.

　　117

　　綠草是無(wú)愧于它所生長(zhǎng)的偉大世界的。

　　the grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.

　　118

　　夢(mèng)是一個(gè)一定要談話的妻子。

　　睡眠是一個(gè)默默忍受的丈夫。

　　Dream is a wife who must talk,

　　Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.

　　119

　　夜與逝去的日子接吻，輕輕地在他耳旁說(shuō)道：“我是死，是你的母親。我就

　　要給你以新的生命。

　　The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, I am death,

　　your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.

　　120

　　黑夜呀，我感覺到你的美了。你的美如一個(gè)可愛的婦人，當(dāng)她把燈滅了的時(shí)

　　候。

　　I feel thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when

　　she has put out the lamp.

　　121

　　我把在那些已逝去的世界上的繁榮帶到我的世界上來(lái)。

　　I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.

　　122

　　親愛的朋友呀，當(dāng)我靜聽著海濤時(shí)，我好幾次在暮色深沉的黃昏里，在這個(gè)

　　海岸上，感到你的偉大思想的沉默了。

　　Dear friend, I feel the silence of your great thoughts of many a

　　deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves.

　　123

　　鳥以為把魚舉在空中是一種慈善的舉動(dòng)。

　　The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a life

　　in the air.

　　124

　　夜對(duì)太陽(yáng)說(shuō)道：“在月亮中，你送了你的情書給我。”

　　“我已在綠草上留下了我的流著淚點(diǎn)的回答了。”

　　In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me,

　　I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.

　　125

　　偉人是一個(gè)天生的孩子，當(dāng)他死時(shí)，他把他的偉大的孩提時(shí)代給了世界。

　　The great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood

　　to the world.

　　126

　　不是槌的打擊，乃是水的載歌載舞，使鵝卵石臻于完美。

　　Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles

　　into perfection.

　　127

　　蜜蜂從花中啜蜜，離開時(shí)營(yíng)營(yíng)地道謝。

　　浮華的蝴蝶卻相信花是應(yīng)該向它道謝的。

　　Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave.

　　The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.

　　128

　　如果你不等待著要說(shuō)出完全的真理，那末把真話說(shuō)出來(lái)是很容易的。

　　To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.

　　129

　　“可能”問(wèn)“不可能”道：

　　“你住在什么地方呢?”

　　它回答道：“在那無(wú)能為力者的夢(mèng)境里。”

　　Asks the Possible to the Impossible,

　　Where is your dwelling-place?

　　In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.

　　130

　　如果你把所有的錯(cuò)誤都關(guān)在門外時(shí)，真理也要被關(guān)在門外面了。

　　If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.

　　131

　　我聽見有些東西在我心的憂悶后面蕭蕭作響，--我不能看見它們。

　　I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,

　　---I cannot see them.

　　132

　　閑暇在動(dòng)作時(shí)便是工作。

　　靜止的海水蕩動(dòng)時(shí)便成波濤。

　　Leisure in its activity is work.

　　The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.

　　133

　　綠葉戀愛時(shí)便成了花。

　　花崇拜時(shí)便成了果實(shí)。

　　The leaf becomes flower when it loves.

　　The flower becomes fruit when it worships.

　　134

　　埋在地下的樹根使樹枝產(chǎn)生果實(shí)，卻不要什么報(bào)酬。

　　The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches

　　fruitful.

　　135

　　陰雨的黃昏，風(fēng)無(wú)休止地吹著。

　　我看著搖曳的樹枝，想念萬(wàn)物的偉大。

　　This rainy evening the wind is restless.

　　I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of

　　all things.

　　136

　　子夜的風(fēng)雨，如一個(gè)巨大的孩子，在不合時(shí)宜的黑夜里醒來(lái)，開始游喜和

　　喧鬧。

　　Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,

　　has begun to play and shout.

　　137

　　海呀，你這暴風(fēng)雨的孤寂的新婦呀，你雖掀起波浪追隨你的情人，但是無(wú)

　　用呀。

　　Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou

　　lonely bride of the storm.

　　138

　　文字對(duì)工作說(shuō)道：“我慚愧我的空虛。”

　　工作對(duì)文字說(shuō)道：“當(dāng)我看見你的時(shí)，我便知道我是怎樣地貧乏了。”

　　I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work.

　　I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

　　139

　　時(shí)間是變化的財(cái)富。時(shí)鐘模仿它，卻只有變化而無(wú)財(cái)富。

　　Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes

　　it mere change and no wealth.

　　140

　　真理穿了衣裳，覺得事實(shí)太拘束了。

　　在想象中，她卻轉(zhuǎn)動(dòng)得很舒暢。

　　Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.

　　In fiction she moves with ease.

　　141

　　當(dāng)我到這里那里旅行著時(shí)，路呀，我厭倦你了;當(dāng)是現(xiàn)在，當(dāng)你引導(dǎo)我到

　　各處去時(shí)我便愛上你，與你結(jié)婚了。

　　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.

　　142

　　讓我設(shè)想，在群星之中，有一顆星是指導(dǎo)著我的生命通過(guò)不可知的黑暗的。

　　Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life

　　through the dark unknown.

　　143

　　婦人，你用了你美麗的手指，觸著我的什物，秩序便如音樂(lè)似的生出來(lái)了。

　　Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order

　　came out like music.

　　144

　　一個(gè)憂郁的聲音，筑巢于逝水似的年華中。

　　它在夜里向我唱道：“我愛你。”

　　One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.

　　It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

　　145

　　燃著的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。

　　把我從潛藏在灰中的余燼里救出來(lái)吧。

　　The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.

　　Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

　　146

　　我有群星在天上，

　　但是，唉，我屋里的小燈卻沒有點(diǎn)亮。

　　I have my stars in the sky.

　　But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

　　147

　　死文字的塵土沾著你。

　　用沉默去洗凈你的靈魂吧。

　　The dust of the dead words clings to thee.

　　Wash thy soul with silence.

　　148

　　生命里留了許多罅隙，從中送來(lái)了死之憂郁的音樂(lè)。

　　Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

　　149

　　世界已在早晨敞開了它的光明之心。

　　出來(lái)吧，我的心，帶著你的愛去與它相會(huì)。

　　The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.

　　Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

　　150

　　我的思想隨著這些閃耀的綠葉而閃耀;我的心靈因了這日光的撫觸而歌唱;

　　我的生命因?yàn)橘闪巳f(wàn)物一同浮泛在空間的蔚藍(lán)，時(shí)間的墨黑而感到歡快*

　　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.

　　151

　　神的巨大的威權(quán)是在柔和的微(風(fēng)思)里，而不在狂風(fēng)暴雨之中。

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

　　152

　　在夢(mèng)中，一切事都散漫著，都?jí)褐?，但這不過(guò)是一個(gè)夢(mèng)呀。但我醒來(lái)時(shí)，

　　我便將覺得這些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便將自由了。

　　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.

　　153

　　落日問(wèn)道：“有誰(shuí)繼續(xù)我的職務(wù)呢?”

　　瓦燈說(shuō)道：“我要盡我所能地做去，我的主人。”

　　Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.

　　I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.

　　154

　　采著花瓣時(shí)，得不到花的美麗。

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

　　155

　　沉默蘊(yùn)蓄著語(yǔ)聲，正如鳥巢擁圍著睡鳥。

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

　　156

　　大的不怕與小的同游。

　　居中的卻遠(yuǎn)而避之。

　　The Great walks with the Small without fear.

　　The Middling keeps aloof.

　　157

　　夜秘密地把花開放了，卻讓白日去領(lǐng)受謝詞。

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

　　158

　　權(quán)勢(shì)認(rèn)為犧牲者的痛苦是忘恩負(fù)義。

　　Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.

　　159

　　當(dāng)我們以我們的充實(shí)為樂(lè)時(shí)，那末，我們便能很快樂(lè)地跟我們的果實(shí)分手

　　了。

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

　　160

　　雨點(diǎn)吻著大地，微語(yǔ)道：“我們是你的思家的孩子，母親，現(xiàn)在從天上回

　　到你這里來(lái)了。”

　　The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick

　　children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.

　　161

　　蛛網(wǎng)好象要捉露點(diǎn)，卻捉住了蒼蠅。

　　The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.

　　162

　　愛情呀，當(dāng)你手里拿著點(diǎn)亮了的痛苦之燈走來(lái)時(shí)，我能夠看見你的臉，而

　　且以你為幸福。

　　Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,

　　I can see your face and know you as bliss.

　　163

　　螢火對(duì)天上的星說(shuō)道：“學(xué)者說(shuō)你的光明總有一天會(huì)消滅的。”

　　天上的星不回答它。

　　The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the

　　firefly to the stars.

　　The stars made no answer.

　　164

　　在黃昏的微光里，有那清晨的鳥兒來(lái)到了我的沉默的鳥巢里。

　　In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to

　　the nest of my silence.

　　165

　　思想掠過(guò)我的心上，如一群野鴨飛過(guò)天空。

　　我聽見它們鼓翼之聲了。

　　Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.

　　I hear the voice of their wings.

　　166

　　溝洫總喜歡想：河流的存在，是專為它供給水流的。

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

　　167

　　世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌聲做報(bào)酬。

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

　　in songs.

　　168

　　壓迫著我的，到底是我的想要外出的靈魂呢，還是那世界的靈魂，敲著我

　　心的門，想要進(jìn)來(lái)呢?

　　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?

　　169

　　思想以他自己的語(yǔ)言喂養(yǎng)它自己而成長(zhǎng)起來(lái)了。

　　Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.

　　170

　　我把我心之碗輕輕浸入這沉默之時(shí)刻中，它盛滿了愛了。

　　I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has

　　filled with love.

　　171

　　或者你在工作，或者你沒有。

　　當(dāng)你不得不說(shuō)：“讓我們做些事吧”時(shí)，那末就要開始胡鬧了。

　　Either you have work or you have not.

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

　　172

　　向日葵羞于把無(wú)名的花朵看作它的同胞。

　　太陽(yáng)升上來(lái)了，向它微笑，說(shuō)道：“你好么，我的寶貝兒?”

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

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

　　173

　　“誰(shuí)如命運(yùn)似的催著我向前走呢?”

　　“那是我自己，在身背后大跨步走著。”

　　Who drives me forward like fate?

　　The Myself striding on my back.

　　174

　　云把水倒在河的水杯里，它們自己卻藏在遠(yuǎn)山之中。

　　The clouds fill the watercups of the river, hiding themselves in

　　the distant hills.

　　175

　　我一路走去，從我的水瓶中漏出水來(lái)。

　　只剩下極少極少的水供我回家使用了。

　　I spill water from my water jar as I walk on my way,

　　Very little remains for my home.

　　176

　　杯中的水是光輝的;海中的水卻是黑色的。

　　小理可以用文字來(lái)說(shuō)清楚，大理卻只有沉末。

　　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.

　　177

　　你的微笑是你自己田園里的花，你的談吐是你自己山上的松林的蕭蕭;但

　　是你的心呀，卻是那個(gè)女人，那個(gè)我們?nèi)颊J(rèn)識(shí)的女人。

　　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.

　　178

　　我把小小的禮物留給我所愛的人，--大的禮物卻留給一切的人。

　　心的門，想要進(jìn)來(lái)呢?

　　It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones,

　　---great things are for everyone.

　　179

　　婦人呀，你用淚海包繞著世界的心，正如大海包繞著大地。

　　Woman, thou hast encircled the world s heart with the depth of thy

　　tears as the sea has the earth.

　　180

　　太陽(yáng)以微笑向我問(wèn)候。

　　雨，他的憂悶的姐姐，向我的心談話。

　　The sunshine greets me with a smile.

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

　　181

　　我的晝間之花，落下它那被遺忘的花瓣。

　　在黃昏中，這花成熟為一顆記憶的金果。

　　My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.

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

　　182

　　我象那夜間之路，正靜悄悄地諦聽著記憶的足音。

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

　　memories in silence.

　　183

　　黃昏的天空，在我看來(lái)，象一扇窗戶，一盞燈火，燈火背后的一次等待。

　　The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp,

　　and a waiting behind it.

　　184

　　太急于做好事的人，反而找不到時(shí)間去做好人。

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

　　185

　　我是秋云，空空地不載著雨水，但在成熟的稻田中，可以看見我的充實(shí)。

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

　　of ripened rice.

　　186

　　他們嫉妒，他們殘殺，人反而稱贊他們。

　　然而上帝卻害了羞，匆匆地把他的記憶埋藏在綠草下面。

　　They hated and killed and men praised them.

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

　　187

　　腳趾乃是舍棄了其過(guò)去的手指。

　　Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.

　　188

　　黑暗向光明旅行，但是盲者卻向死亡旅行。

　　Darkness travels towards light, but blindness towards death.

　　189

　　小狗疑心大宇宙陰謀篡奪它的位置。

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

　　190

　　靜靜地坐著吧，我的心，不要揚(yáng)起你的塵土。

　　讓世界自己尋路向你走來(lái)。

　　Sit still, my heart, do not raise your dust.

　　Let the world find its way to you.

　　191

　　弓在箭要射出之前，低聲對(duì)箭說(shuō)道：“你的自由就是我的自由。”

　　The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth--

　　Your freedom is mine.

　　192

　　婦人，在你的笑聲里有著生命之泉的音樂(lè)。

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

　　193

　　全是理智的心，恰如一柄全是鋒刃的刀。

　　它叫使用它的人手上流血。

　　A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.

　　It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

　　194

　　神愛人間的燈光甚于他自己的大星。

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

　　195

　　這世界乃是為美之音樂(lè)所馴服了的狂風(fēng)驟雨的世界。

　　This world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.

　　196

　　晚霞向太陽(yáng)說(shuō)道：“我的心經(jīng)了你的接吻，便似金的寶箱了。”

　　My heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss,

　　cloud to the sun.

　　197

　　接觸著，你許會(huì)殺害;遠(yuǎn)離著，你許會(huì)占有。

　　By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

　　198

　　蟋蟀的唧唧，夜雨的淅瀝，從黑暗中傳到我的耳邊，好似我已逝的

　　少年時(shí)代沙地來(lái)到我的夢(mèng)境中。

　　The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark,

　　like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.

　　199

　　花朵向星辰落盡了的曙天叫道：“我的露點(diǎn)全失落了。”

　　I have lost my dewdrop,

　　lost all its stars.

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