Poetry 版 (精华区)
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终止于衰竭是“死亡”,但“圆满”却终止于无穷。
That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is
in the endless.
112
太阳只穿一件朴素的光衣,白云却披了灿烂的裙裾。
The sun has his simple rode of light. The clouds are decked with
gorgeousness.
113
山峰如群儿之喧嚷,举起他们的双臂,想去捉天上的星星。
The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying
to catch stars.
114
道路虽然拥挤,却是寂寞的,因为它是不被爱的。
The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
115
权势以它的恶行自夸,落下的黄叶与浮游的云片却在笑它。
The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow
leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.
116
今天大地在太阳光里向我营营哼鸣,象一个织着布的妇人,用一种已经被忘
却的语言,哼着一些古代的歌曲。
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
绿草是无愧于它所生长的伟大世界的。
the grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.
118
梦是一个一定要谈话的妻子。
睡眠是一个默默忍受的丈夫。
Dream is a wife who must talk,
Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
119
夜与逝去的日子接吻,轻轻地在他耳旁说道:“我是死,是你的母亲。我就
要给你以新的生命。
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,我感觉到你的美了。你的美如一个可爱的妇人,当她把灯灭了的时
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荣带到我的世界上来。
I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.
122
亲爱的朋友呀,当我静听着海涛时,我好几次在暮色深沉的黄昏里,在这个
海岸上,感到你的伟大思想的沉默了。
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
鸟以为把鱼举在空中是一种慈善的举动。
The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a life
in the air.
124
夜对太阳说道:“在月亮中,你送了你的情书给我。”
“我已在绿草上留下了我的流着泪点的回答了。”
In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me,
I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.
125
伟人是一个天生的孩子,当他死时,他把他的伟大的孩提时代给了世界。
The great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood
to the world.
126
不是槌的打击,乃是水的载歌载舞,使鹅卵石臻于完美。
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles
into perfection.
127
蜜蜂从花中啜蜜,离开时营营地道谢。
浮华的蝴蝶却相信花是应该向它道谢的。
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
如果你不等待着要说出完全的真理,那末把真话说出来是很容易的。
To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
129
“可能”问“不可能”道:
“你住在什么地方呢?”
它回答道:“在那无能为力者的梦境里。”
Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
Where is your dwelling-place?
In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.
130
如果你把所有的错误都关在门外时,真理也要被关在门外面了。
If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
131
我听见有些东西在我心的忧闷后面萧萧作响,--我不能看见它们。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart,
---I cannot see them.
132
闲暇在动作时便是工作。
静止的海水荡动时便成波涛。
Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
133
绿叶恋爱时便成了花。
花崇拜时便成了果实。
The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
134
埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实,却不要什么报酬。
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches
fruitful.
135
阴雨的黄昏,风无休止地吹着。
我看着摇曳的树枝,想念万物的伟大。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of
all things.
136
子夜的风雨,如一个巨大的孩子,在不合时宜的黑夜里醒来,开始游喜和
喧闹。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark,
has begun to play and shout.
137
海呀,你这暴风雨的孤寂的新妇呀,你虽掀起波浪追随你的情人,但是无
用呀。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou
lonely bride of the storm.
138
文字对工作说道:“我惭愧我的空虚。”
工作对文字说道:“当我看见你的时,我便知道我是怎样地贫乏了。”
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
时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它,却只有变化而无财富。
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,觉得事实太拘束了。
在想象中,她却转动得很舒畅。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.
141
当我到这里那里旅行着时,路呀,我厌倦你了;当是现在,当你引导我到
各处去时我便爱上你,与你结婚了。
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
让我设想,在群星之中,有一颗星是指导着我的生命通过不可知的黑暗的。
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life
through the dark unknown.
143
妇人,你用了你美丽的手指,触着我的什物,秩序便如音乐似的生出来了。
Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order
came out like music.
144
一个忧郁的声音,筑巢于逝水似的年华中。
它在夜里向我唱道:“我爱你。”
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.
145
燃着的火,以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。
把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。
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,我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。
I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
147
死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
148
生命里留了许多罅隙,从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
149
世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。
出来吧,我的心,带着你的爱去与它相会。
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
150
我的思想随着这些闪耀的绿叶而闪耀;我的心灵因了这日光的抚触而歌唱;
我的生命因为偕了万物一同浮泛在空间的蔚蓝,时间的墨黑而感到欢快*
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
神的巨大的威权是在柔和的微(风思)里,而不在狂风暴雨之中。
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
152
在梦中,一切事都散漫着,都压着我,但这不过是一个梦呀。但我醒来时,
我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里,我也便将自由了。
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
落日问道:“有谁继续我的职务呢?”
瓦灯说道:“我要尽我所能地做去,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
采着花瓣时,得不到花的美丽。
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
155
沉默蕴蓄着语声,正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。
Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
156
大的不怕与小的同游。
居中的却远而避之。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.
The Middling keeps aloof.
157
夜秘密地把花开放了,却让白日去领受谢词。
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
158
权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
159
当我们以我们的充实为乐时,那末,我们便能很快乐地跟我们的果实分手
了。
When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
160
雨点吻着大地,微语道:“我们是你的思家的孩子,母亲,现在从天上回
到你这里来了。”
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick
children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.
161
蛛网好象要捉露点,却捉住了苍蝇。
The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.
162
爱情呀,当你手里拿着点亮了的痛苦之灯走来时,我能够看见你的脸,而
且以你为幸福。
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,
I can see your face and know you as bliss.
163
萤火对天上的星说道:“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”
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
在黄昏的微光里,有那清晨的鸟儿来到了我的沉默的鸟巢里。
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to
the nest of my silence.
165
思想掠过我的心上,如一群野鸭飞过天空。
我听见它们鼓翼之声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
166
沟洫总喜欢想:河流的存在,是专为它供给水流的。
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,而要求歌声做报酬。
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return
in songs.
168
压迫着我的,到底是我的想要外出的灵魂呢,还是那世界的灵魂,敲着我
心的门,想要进来呢?
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
思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
170
我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中,它盛满了爱了。
I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has
filled with love.
171
或者你在工作,或者你没有。
当你不得不说:“让我们做些事吧”时,那末就要开始胡闹了。
Either you have work or you have not.
When you have to say, "Let us do something", then begins mischief.
172
向日葵羞于把无名的花朵看作它的同胞。
太阳升上来了,向它微笑,说道:“你好么,我的宝贝儿?”
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
“谁如命运似的催着我向前走呢?”
“那是我自己,在身背后大跨步走着。”
Who drives me forward like fate?
The Myself striding on my back.
174
云把水倒在河的水杯里,它们自己却藏在远山之中。
The clouds fill the watercups of the river, hiding themselves in
the distant hills.
175
我一路走去,从我的水瓶中漏出水来。
只剩下极少极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
杯中的水是光辉的;海中的水却是黑色的。
小理可以用文字来说清楚,大理却只有沉末。
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园里的花,你的谈吐是你自己山上的松林的萧萧;但
是你的心呀,却是那个女人,那个我们全都认识的女人。
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
我把小小的礼物留给我所爱的人,--大的礼物却留给一切的人。
心的门,想要进来呢?
It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones,
---great things are for everyone.
179
妇人呀,你用泪海包绕着世界的心,正如大海包绕着大地。
Woman, thou hast encircled the world s heart with the depth of thy
tears as the sea has the earth.
180
太阳以微笑向我问候。
雨,他的忧闷的姐姐,向我的心谈话。
The sunshine greets me with a smile.
The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.
181
我的昼间之花,落下它那被遗忘的花瓣。
在黄昏中,这花成熟为一颗记忆的金果。
My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.
In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
182
我象那夜间之路,正静悄悄地谛听着记忆的足音。
I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its
memories in silence.
183
黄昏的天空,在我看来,象一扇窗户,一盏灯火,灯火背后的一次等待。
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,反而找不到时间去做好人。
He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
185
我是秋云,空空地不载着雨水,但在成熟的稻田中,可以看见我的充实。
I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fulness in the field
of ripened rice.
186
他们嫉妒,他们残杀,人反而称赞他们。
然而上帝却害了羞,匆匆地把他的记忆埋藏在绿草下面。
They hated and killed and men praised them.
But God in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.
187
脚趾乃是舍弃了其过去的手指。
Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.
188
黑暗向光明旅行,但是盲者却向死亡旅行。
Darkness travels towards light, but blindness towards death.
189
小狗疑心大宇宙阴谋篡夺它的位置。
The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.
190
静静地坐着吧,我的心,不要扬起你的尘土。
让世界自己寻路向你走来。
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,低声对箭说道:“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
妇人,在你的笑声里有着生命之泉的音乐。
Woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.
193
全是理智的心,恰如一柄全是锋刃的刀。
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
神爱人间的灯光甚于他自己的大星。
God loves man's lamp lights better than his own great stars.
195
这世界乃是为美之音乐所驯服了的狂风骤雨的世界。
This world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.
196
晚霞向太阳说道:“我的心经了你的接吻,便似金的宝箱了。”
My heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss,
cloud to the sun.
197
接触着,你许会杀害;远离着,你许会占有。
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
198
蟋蟀的唧唧,夜雨的淅沥,从黑暗中传到我的耳边,好似我已逝的
少年时代沙地来到我的梦境中。
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
花朵向星辰落尽了的曙天叫道:“我的露点全失落了。”
I have lost my dewdrop,
lost all its stars.
200
燃烧着的木块,熊熊地生出火光,叫道:“这是我的花朵,我的死亡。”
让世界自己寻路向你走来。
The burning log bursts in flame and cries, --- "This is my flower, my death."
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.
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