泰戈尔在台湾的代言人:糜文开
印度，有点熟悉又遥远神秘的国度。古远的天竺故事和印度歌舞人人皆有印象，但印度现代的历史和文学却又似乎相当陌生。泰戈尔可能是大家最容易想到的现代印度作家了：身为亚洲首位获得诺贝尔文学奖的诗人，泰戈尔在二十世纪前半的中国名声响亮，不但曾亲访中国，与徐志摩、林徽因的交往让人津津乐道，梁启超也为他取了个中文名字「竺震旦」。郑振铎在1922年译出了他的《飞鸟集》，更是传颂一时。
但在战后的台湾，五四诗人已远，《飞鸟集》因郑振铎「附匪」而名列禁书书单，泰戈尔的名声仍得以维持不坠，必须归功于糜文开。台湾市面上虽能见到郑振铎的《飞鸟集》，例如江南、辅新、汉风等出版社的版本，但都不署译者名字，且书名一律都改为《漂鸟集》，也是因为糜文开的缘故。至今两岸新译本不绝，但无论译者是谁，中国至今仍以《飞鸟集》为主流，台湾还是继续称为《漂鸟集》，两岸各有定译，也是颇为有趣的现象。
糜文开(1908-1983)是江苏无锡人，中华民国外交官，1940年代长驻印度，也在印度国际大学哲学系进修，与印度渊源甚深。1948年，他在印度大使馆长夏无事，和同事容宝琛两人偶然发现郑振铎的《飞鸟集》不全，且误译处不少，于是重译此书，改书名为《漂鸟集》，理由是「漂鸟」比「飞鸟」更符合印度崇尚云游漂泊修行者的意象。序中说当初翻译此诗集纯为「消夏」，初无出版之计划，他比较急于出版的是1948年上半年已经译完的《奈都夫人诗全集》。为了这本诗集，他不但跟作者奈都夫人合照，夫人也写了几句给中文读者的话，又请了驻印度大使罗家伦写序，一切准备妥当，寄去上海商务准备出版。谁知1949年时局大乱，上海商务说无法出版了，糜文开羁留香港，只好自己开起出版社来。出版社叫做「印度研究社」，专出糜文开和女儿糜榴丽两人译作。原本计划出五本书，第五本即《泰戈尔诗总集》，包含已译完的《漂鸟集》和《新月集》，不过后来只出了前四种，《泰戈尔诗总集》并未在香港出版。
糜文开1953年来到台湾，继续外交官生涯，也在大学教印度文学。1955年，应朋友要求，在香港大学《生活月刊》连载早已译出的《漂鸟集》，许多读者为之惊艳，三民书局遂在1956年出版《漂鸟集》单行本。此后「漂鸟」成为台湾的定译，尽管台湾还有周策纵在美国译的《失群的鸟》和罗青的《单飞的鸟》，但都无法取代《漂鸟集》在读者心中的地位。糜文开与糜榴丽父女合译的《新月集》也继《漂鸟集》后出版。糜文开又陆续与夫人裴溥言合译其他五册泰戈尔诗集，1958年出齐七册。此时距离他在新德里消夏时翻译《漂鸟集》已有十年，他自己漂泊港台，历经丧偶与新婚，境遇忧喜交织，恍若隔世，也见证了战后文人流离迁徙的动乱时光。
《漂鸟集》和《新月集》风格完全不同。《漂鸟集》是精致玲珑的浮光掠影，短短一两句人生哲理沁人心脾，的确足以「消夏」；《新月集》却是童趣十足，亲子情深之作，几首叙事诗有情有景，难以忘怀。每一本译作都与译者的生命历程交织而成，今天重看糜文开翻译的泰戈尔诗作，似乎还能感受到1948年印度的那一个漫漫长夏呢！
师大翻译研究所教授 赖慈芸
二○一八年三月
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要了解一位大诗人的诗，须先了解他的生平及思想，诗哲泰戈尔的诗，虽然清新俊逸，但是你若不了解他奥妙哲学的全部，便不能有真切的了解，而且有好些诗你会完全不知所云。泰戈尔自获得1913年的诺贝尔文学奖金以后，他的诗风靡全球，不到十年，也引起了中国新文坛的狂热，尤其在1924年他来华的前后，有许多文艺工作者抢着译他的书，许多书店抢着出版他的译本。他的好多重要著作有了中译本，而且同一著作有的有着几个中译本，真是盛极一时。但是因为是赶时髦抢译，有的译本，未免草率，以致错误百出。就是认真从事的，也因了解不足，还是译得不妥贴，甚至到处出岔子。拿郑振铎所译《飞鸟集》为例，他译这集子时，已有人选译过，他拟全译，但化了许多时间全译后因无把握，仍删节为选译本，删去难译的诗达六十八首之多。译成后又由叶圣陶、徐玉诺二位仔细校读过，而且他又给泰翁写传记，可谓对泰翁有专门研究的人了，但是他仍免不了草率，免不了误解。Stray Birds译为飞鸟便不能妥贴，有好几首误解了原意，第六十八首Wrong cannot afford defeat, but Right can.译为「错误不会招失败，但是真理却会。」竟是原意的反面，真要使人吃惊。至于草率到dusk错认为dust，于二八一及三一四等首均把这字一再译为「烟尘」，三二五首中的cling误认为climb而译为「爬」，三二四首中的tract误认为track而译为「辙迹」，二一八首的shadowy认为shady而译为「荫凉的」，不胜枚举，真是太不负责任了。至于三十八首中的limbs译为「唇」，一四四首中的sings译为「叹」，或者是未照原文译，或者是被手民所误。
我在国内时，曾陆续看过好多泰翁作品的中译本，及有关泰翁的理论及传记，到印后六年间，又把他重要著作的英文本逐一阅读，我虽有把奈都夫人的诗和迦里陀莎的剧本译成中文的奢望，但从未想起要把泰翁的作品重译，因为翻译泰翁作品的有很多人是名家，是我向所信赖的。
新德里夏季的炎热，颇不宜于文字的写作，照例有钱的人都上山避暑去了，不去避暑的人也只上午做些事，下午便家家闭户，行人绝迹，闹市一变而为死市，若有人敢驱车出门巡礼一番，一定说这里是一座鬼城，因为一切动物也都成蛰伏状态，连一条狗一只猫也看不到，飞鸟走兽，都已蛰伏在隐蔽的地方了。我虽从未避暑，但到新德里后，夏季也总看点闲书消遣。今夏宝琛兄看中了我桌上的Stray Birds，读得很有兴趣，我便把郑译《飞鸟集》找给他，劝他试把郑译所缺六十八首译出来，因为这六十八首大半是这书精彩的部分。宝琛兄要我帮着一同译。我们把郑译与英文本对着，发现郑书已译的部分，错误很多，于是我决定在办公之后以消闲的态度，参考郑译，把全书三二六首逐一译出，我每天译上二三首，或四五首，宝琛兄便帮我缮正，觉得这样消夏，精神很愉快。英国诗人夏芝曾遇到一位印度医生对他说：「我每天读了泰戈尔的一句诗，世上的一切苦痛便立刻忘了。」我也真的把炎热都忘了。
我对泰戈尔的哲学有相当的理解，懂得他对宇宙万物的看法，懂得他「死是生命的一部分」的道理，懂得他「丑是不完全的美」、「恶是不完全的善」的意思，懂得「真相」、「假相」的分别，以及他对「上帝」的认识等等，所以译起来并不觉得十分困难，兴趣浓厚时，在盛暑中一天译上十多首而不倦，因此不到两个月，我便把全书译完了。
泰翁这本诗集，可说是隽品中的隽品，很受中国读者的欢迎，对中国文坛的影响很大，曾引起冰心女士等专写小诗的风气。但其中有好几首，简直不是诗，只是格言，前举第六十八首便是一例，我们虽然都译出了，但决不可当做诗读。有几首诗原文可以有两种解释而都合于泰翁的观点的，我便采取与郑译不同的一种。
可是书名应该怎样译法呢？郑译「飞鸟」固不妥贴，一般译作「迷鸟」更不适切，如译「偶来的鸟」又嫌用字太拙，我拟译为「漂鸟」，但不知是否贴切，我便设法找孟加拉文原作来研究，但他孟加拉文著作的书目中，没有相当这本诗的书名，特地向几位印度学者请教，他们也回答不出来，我看到他第二首诗便是向往于漂泊者的话，更想到古代印度学者修道的四阶段，最后是云游期，尚在林栖期之后，而印度两大史诗至今尚有流浪诗人挨户来歌唱。可知印人对云游的重视，对漂泊者的尊敬了。这书第一首以漂鸟象征经过森林里修道后的云游者确甚适切，再经查动物学书，知唱歌的莺类，便是漂鸟之一种，与诗句完全符合，于是决定译作「漂鸟」。我把我这个意见告诉印度朋友，也获得好些人的赞许。
郑振铎等在二十多年前已给我们做了不少开路的工作，纵有误译，也应原谅，像大诗人泰戈尔的作品，有很多中译本已绝版了，而且到今朝也应该是重新把它们有系统地精译出版的时期了。但在今日的出版条件中，颇觉困难，我译这本书，也只是为了消夏，并不是为了应市。现在只记下我翻译的经过，留作纪念，将来有兴致时，不妨再拿出来读读，修改几首，润饰几字，以求格外完美，以后如有闲暇，或者也将再译几本，自然有出版的机会，也不妨就印它出来，至于对绝版书的补救，我想可以精选泰戈尔的代表作，包括诗歌、戏剧与小说，出一本集子，以飨读者。可能时我当尽力试他一下。
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民国三十七年八月十日于新德里
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1
夏天的漂鸟，到我窗前来唱歌，又飞去了。
秋天的黄叶，没有歌唱，只叹息一声，飘落在那里。
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
2
世界上渺小的漂泊者之群啊，留下你们的足印在我的字句里吧。
O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
3
世界在爱人面前把他庞大的面具卸下。
他变成渺小得像一支歌，像一个永恒的接吻。
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
4
这是大地的泪水保持着她的微笑盛放。
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
5
广大的沙漠为着摇摇头笑笑就飞逃的一叶青草而燃烧着爱情之火。
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
6
假使当你渴念着太阳而流泪，那末你也在渴念着星星啊。
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
7
跳舞着的水啊，在你途中的砂粒乞求你的唱歌和流动。你愿担起他们跛者的负荷吗？
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
8
她的渴望的脸像夜雨般缠绕住我的清梦。
Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
9
从前我们曾梦见我们都是陌路人。
当我们醒来时却发见我们互相亲爱着。
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
10
正像「黄昏」在静寂的林中，「忧愁」在我的心里已平静下去。
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
11
有些看不见的手指，像闲逸的微风，在我心上奏着漪波的音乐。
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
12
「海哟，你讲的什么话？」
「是永远疑问的话。」
「天哟，什么是你回答的话？」
「是永远的沉默。」
“What language is thine, O sea?”
“The language of eternal question.”
“What language is thy answer, O sky?”
“The language of eternal silence.”
13
我的心，请静听世界的低语，那是他在对你谈爱啊。
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
14
造化的奥秘有如夜的黝黑──这是伟大的。智识的迷惘只是清晨的雾。
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night─it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
15
不要把你的爱置于绝壁之上，因为那是很高的。
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
16
今晨我坐在我的窗口，世界像一个过路人在那里停留片刻，向我点点头又走开了。
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
17
这些小小的思想是那沙沙的树叶声；它们有它们愉悦的低语在我的心里。
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
18
你是什么，你看不见，你所看见的只是你的影子。
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
19
我的愿望都是愚蠢的，他们呼喊得掩盖了你的歌声，我主。
让我只静听着吧。
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy songs, my Master.
Let me but listen.
20
我不能挑选最好的。
是最好的挑选我。
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.
21
那些把灯笼揹在后面的人，将他们的影子投在他们的前面。
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
22
我的存在是一个永恒的奇异，那就是生命。
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
23
「我们树叶子有沙沙的声音去回答风雨，可是你是谁啊，这样的沉默？」
「我只是一朵花。」
“We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?”
“I am a mere flower.”
24
休息之属于劳动，正如眼睑之属于眼睛。
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
25
人是一个才出生的婴孩，他的力量就是生长的力量。
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
26
上帝期待着得到回答是为了他送给我们的鲜花，并不是为了太阳或土地。
God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun and the earth.
27
游戏着的光正像一个赤裸的小孩，欢乐地在绿叶丛中，他是不晓得大人会说谎的。
The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.
28
啊，美啊，你要从爱之中去发见你自己，不要向你那镜子的阿谀中去追求。
O beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
29
我的心冲激着她的波浪在世界的岸边上，在那上面用泪水写上她的签名：「我爱你。」
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.”
30
「月亮你在等着什么呢？」
「要向我必须为他让路的太阳致敬。」
“Moon, for what do you wait?”
“To salute the sun for whom I must make way.”
31
树木像是沉默的大地的渴望之音来到我的窗前。
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
32
对于上帝，他自己所造的每一个清晨都是一种新的奇迹。
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
33
生命因世界的需要而发见它的财富，因爱的需要而发见它的价值。
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
34
干涸的河床觉得毋须感谢它的过去。
The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
35
鸟儿希望它是一朵云。
云儿希望它是一只鸟。
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
36
瀑布唱道：「我得到自由时我便唱出歌来了。」
The waterfall sings, “I find my song, when I find my freedom.”
37
我不能够说出为什么这颗心默然憔悴。
是为了那些他永不请求，永不认识，永不记着的小小需要而憔悴。
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.
38
女人，当你走动着料理家事时你的手脚都在唱歌，像一条山溪在卵石中歌唱一般。
Woman, when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.
39
太阳横跨西海走去，留着他向东方的最后问候。
The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation to the East.
40
不要因你无食欲而谴责你的食物。
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
41
树木像是渴慕的大地翘盼着天堂。
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.
42
你微笑着而不对我说什么，我觉得这就是我已经久候的。
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
43
水里的鱼是静寂的，陆上的兽是喧扰的，空中的鸟是唱着的。
但是人却具有了海水的静寂，陆地的喧扰，和天空的音乐。
The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing.
But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.
44
世界冲越过缠绵的心弦弹奏着忧郁的音乐。
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
45
他把他的武器当做他的上帝。
他本身是失败了，当他武器胜利的时候。
He has made his weapons his gods.
When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
46
从创造中上帝发见他自己。
God finds himself by creating.
47
阴影戴着面幕，秘密地，温顺地，蹑着她静寂的爱之步，随从在光的后面。
Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love.
48
星星不因仅似萤火而怯于出现。
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
49
我感谢你，我不是一个权力的车轮，但我却是被这车轮所辗压的活的生物之一。
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.
50
这颗锐而不宽的心，触到每一个地方，但并未移动。
The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.
51
你的偶像被粉碎在尘埃中，这证明上帝的尘埃比你的偶像伟大。
Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
52
人没有把他自己显示到他的历史中，他只在挣扎着通过他的历史。
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
53
玻璃灯斥责瓦灯称他做表兄，但当月亮上升，那玻璃灯却温和地微笑着招呼她：「我亲爱的，亲爱的姐姐。」
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.”
54
似海鸥与波浪的会合，我们相会，我们亲近。似海鸥的飞去，波浪的荡开，我们分离。
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.
55
做完了我白天的工作，我便像一只拖放在岸滩上的小船似地，静听着晚潮跳舞的音乐。
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.
56
生命授与我们，但我们须付出生命才能得到生命。
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
57
当我们十二分谦逊之时，便是我们最接近伟大之时。
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
58
麻雀因孔雀拖着重累的尾巴而替牠可怜。
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
59
永勿惧怕那瞬息──这就是永久唱出的歌声。
Never be afraid of the moments─thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
60
飓风于无路处寻觅着最短的途径，又突然在「乌有乡」停止了他的寻觅。
The hurricane seeks the shortest road by the no-road, and suddenly ends its search in the Nowhere.
61
朋友，请就在我的杯中饮了我的酒吧。
当它倾入别的杯里，它的泡沫圈儿便消失了。
Take my wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.
62
「完善」因「缺陷」的爱，把她自己装饰得美丽。
The Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
63
上帝对人说：「我医治你所以我要损伤你，我爱你所以我要处罚你。」
God says to man, “I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish.”
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感谢火焰的光，但不要忘记那沉着而坚毅地站在黑影中的灯台啊！
Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
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小小的青草，你的步子是小的，但你占有了你踏过的土地。
Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread.
66
娇嫩的花张开了她的花蕾喊着：「亲爱的世界啊，请勿凋谢。」
The infant flower opens its bud and cries, “Dear World, please do not fade.”
67
上帝对强大的王国生厌，却永不厌恶于小小的花朵。
God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.
68
邪恶经不起败创，正义却可以。
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
69
「我很高兴奉献了所有的水，」瀑布歌唱：「虽然少许水已足供人止渴。」
“I give my whole water in joy,” sings the waterfall, “though little of it is enough for the thirsty.”
70
何处是那狂欢地不停喷发着抛送起这些花朵的源泉呀？
Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?
71
樵夫的斧头向树求取他的斧柄。
树给了他。
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.
72
在我寂寥的心中我感觉到幕着雾与雨的嫠妇之黄昏的叹息。
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
73
贞操是一种财富，那是充沛的爱情之产物。
Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
74
雾像爱情一般，在山的心上游戏，呈现着美的种种奇妙。
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and brings out surprises of beauty.
75
我们对世界判断错了，所以说他是欺骗了我们。
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
76
诗人的风是吹出去越海穿林来寻求他自己的歌声的。
The poet wind is out over the sea and the forest to seek his own voice.
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每个婴孩的出世都带来了上帝对人类并未失望的消息。
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
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青草寻求着她陆地上的拥挤。
树木寻求着他天空中的幽静。
The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
79
人常阻塞着他自己的路。
Man barricades against himself.
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我的朋友，你的声音在我心里低回不失，像海的喃喃声缭绕在静听着的松林间。
Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
81
黑暗中的火花是天上的繁星，但是那爆发火花的看不见的火焰是什么呢？
What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
82
让生时丽似夏花，死时美如秋叶。
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
83
那想要做善事的人去敲着大门，那仁爱的人看见大门正开着。
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
84
在死之中，多数合一，在生之中，一化成多数。
当上帝死去，宗教将合而为一。
In death the many becomes one; in life the one becomes many.
Religion will be one when God is dead.
85
艺术家是「自然」的爱人，所以他是自然的奴隶，又是自然的主人。
The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her master.
86
「果实啊，你离我多远？」
「花啊，我就藏在你的心里呢。」
“How far are you from me, O Fruit?”
“I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.”
87
渴望着的是在黑暗中觉得而在白天看不见的那个。
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.
88
露水对湖沼说：「你是莲叶下面的大水滴，我是莲叶上面的小水滴。」
“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.
89
锋利的剑需要鞘的庇荫，鞘就满足于他的鲁钝了。
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.
90
在黑暗中「一」显得混同，在光明里「一」才显出多样来。
In darkness the One appears as uniform; in the light the One appears as manifold.
91
大地得青草的帮助而变成可居住之所。
The great earth makes herself hospitable with the help of the grass.
92
叶的诞生与死都是旋风的急速之转动，它的广大的圆圈在星座间慢慢地移着。
The birth and death of the leaves are the rapid whirls of the eddy whose wider circles move slowly among stars.
93
权力对世界说：「你属于我。」
世界把他俘系在她的宝座上。
仁爱对世界说：「我属于你。」
世界给他出入她寓所的自由。
Power said to the world, “You are mine.”
The world kept it prisoner on her throne.
Love said to the world, “I am thine.”
The world gave it the freedom of her house.
94
雾像是大地的欲望。
他遮蔽了大地哭喊着要的太阳。
The mist is like the earth's desire.
It hides the sun for whom she cries.
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别作声，我的心，这许多大树正在做祷告呢。
Be still, my heart, these great trees are prayers.
96
顷刻的喧闹讥笑着永久的音乐。
The noise of the moment scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
97
我想到那漂浮在生与爱及死的溪流上的别的年代都被忘了，我觉到逝去的自由。
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.
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我灵魂的忧郁是她的结婚面纱。
这面纱等着天晚才揭去。
The sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.
99
死的印记给予生的货币以价值；可以把生命去购买那真正的货物。
Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
100
云谦卑地站在天之一隅。
黎明用光彩作王冠来给他戴上。
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.
The morning crowned it with splendour.
101
尘土被侮辱，却报以鲜花。
The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
102
只管向前走吧，不必逗留着去采集鲜花携带着，因为鲜花会一路盛开着在你的前途的。
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
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根是生入地里的枝。
枝是生在空中的根。
Roots are the branches down in the earth.
Branches are roots in the air.
104
那遥远的夏之音乐，环绕着「秋天」扑翅寻求牠的旧巢。
The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.
105
不要从你的衣袋里把功绩借给你的朋友，这是侮辱他的。
Do not insult your friend by lending him merits from your own pocket.
106
不可名时日的接触，像环绕老树的藓苔般依附着我的心。
The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.
107
回声讥笑她的原声去证明她是原来的声音。
The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.
108
当幸运儿夸张着上帝的特别恩典时，上帝是惭愧的。
God is ashamed when the prosperous boasts of His special favour.
109
我将我自己的影子抛在我的路上，因为我有一盏没有点燃的明灯。
I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not been lighted.
110
个人加入热闹的群众，去淹没他自己的静默之喧声。
Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.
111
疲乏的尽头是死，但完善的尽头是无尽。
That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is in the endless.
112
太阳只有单纯的光之外衣。云霞却被华丽所装饰。
The sun has his simple robe of light. The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.
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山峰正如群儿的呼喊，高举着手臂，想要揽捉星星。
The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.
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行人虽拥挤，路是寂寞的，因为没有人爱他。
The road is lonely in its crowd, for it is not loved.
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权力自夸他的祸害，为落地的黄叶与过路的闲云所笑。
The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.
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今天，大地像是一个在太阳里纺纱的妇人，她用那忘却的语言对我低唱着一些古歌。
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.
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草叶值得生长在这伟大的世界上。
The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.
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梦是一位妻子，她定要说话，
睡眠是一位丈夫，他默不作声地忍受着。
Dream is a wife who must talk.
Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
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黑夜吻着消逝的白日，在他的耳边低语道：「我是死亡，是你的母亲。我正给你新的诞生。」
The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, “I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.”
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黑夜啊，我感觉到你美丽，正像那被爱的少妇吹熄了她的灯时一样。
I feel thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp.
121
我把衰败的世界带进我繁荣的世界里。
I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed.
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亲爱的朋友，当我倾听涛声时，我便感觉到你在这海滩上许多个深晚的伟大思想的平静了。
Dear friend, I feel the silence of your great thoughts of many a deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves.
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飞鸟想这是善举，如果把鱼儿举入高空。
The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a lift in the air.
124
夜对太阳说：「你在明月里送给我你的情书，我把我含泪的答复留在草上了。」
“In the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me,” said the night to the sun.
“I leave my answers in tears upon the grass.”
125
「伟大」生来是一个小儿；当他死时，他把他伟大的童年留给世界。
The Great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world.
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不是铁锤的敲打能奏效的，只有那水的跳舞的歌声，能使石卵臻于完美。
Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection.
127
蜜蜂吮吸花蜜，当他离开时便嗡嗡地鸣谢着。
华丽的蝴蝶深信花朵欠礼，应该谢他。
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
要侃侃而谈是容易的，假使你不等说出完全的真理。
To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth.
129
「可能」问「不可能」说：「何处是你的寓所？」
得到的回答是：「在无能者的梦里。」
Asks the Possible to the Impossible, “Where is your dwelling-place?”
“In the dreams of the impotent,” comes the answer.
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如果你对一切怪论深闭固拒，真理也要被关在门外了。
If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
131
我听见有什么东西的飕飕声在我忧郁的心的后面响
着──但是我看不见什么。
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of
heart,─I cannot see them.
132
在活动着的闲暇便是工作。
静止的海水激动成波涛。
Leisure in its activity is work.
The stillness of the sea stirs in waves.
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叶儿在恋爱时变成花。
花儿在崇拜时变成果。
The leaf becomes flower when it loves.
The flower becomes fruit when it worships.
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地下的树根并不因为使树枝满生果实而需要酬报。
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
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在这风吹不息的雨夜，我看着摇曳的树枝，想到万有的伟大。
This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things.
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午夜的暴风雨，像一个巨人的小孩，在不合时的黑暗中醒来，便开始玩耍而喧闹了。
Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout.
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哦，海啊，你掀起你的波涛来也追不到你的情人啊，你这孤寂的风暴之新妇。
Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou lonely bride of the storm.
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「文字」对「工作」说：「我羞愧着我的空虚。」
「工作」对「文字」说：「当我一见到你，我知道我是何等的贫乏了。」
“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
时间是变更的财富，但时钟的哼着谐诗，单只是变更，并无财富可言。
Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
140
真理穿她的衣服，发觉它实在太紧窄。
在想像中，她却转动得舒适自如。
Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.
141
哦，路啊，当我仆仆风尘于这里和那里，我是讨厌你的，可是现在你领导我走向各处去，我已因爱情而与你结合了。
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.
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让我设想，在那群星中间，有一颗星正引导我的生命通过那黑暗的未知。
Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
143
妇人啊，你优雅的手指接触到了我的器物，便井然有秩像音乐般有节奏之美了。
Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
144
一种忧伤的声音营巢于多年的废墟间。
在夜里，那声音向我唱着：「我爱过你。」
One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night,─“I loved you.”
145
熊熊的烈火用他延烧的火舌警告我走开。
请从埋在灰中的余烬里救我出来。
The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
146
我有空中的星星，
但是，哦，却想念我室内未点的小灯。
I have my stars in the sky,
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
147
死去的文字之遗灰黏附着你。
将静默来洗涤你的灵魂吧。
The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
148
裂口留在生命里，死亡的哀歌就从裂口送出来。
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
149
世界已在清晨打开了他光焕的心。
出来吧，我的心，用你的爱迎接他。
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
150
我的思想与这些闪光的叶子一起闪耀着，我的心由于阳光的接触而唱着；我的生命因得与万物一起飘浮进空间的蔚蓝，飘浮进时间的黝黑而欣喜着。
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
上帝的大权力是寓于和风中，并不在暴风雨里。
God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm.
152
这是一场梦，一切事物都散漫着都紧压着我。当我醒来，我将见到它们都已聚集在你那里，那末，我便得自由了。
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
「谁来接替我的职务？」落日询问。
「我将尽力做去，我主。」瓦灯说。
“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
你摘取花瓣并未采集着花的美丽。
By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
155
静默将负载你的声音，有如鸟巢支持着睡鸟。
Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
156
「伟大」不怕与「渺小」同行。
只有中间才远离别人。
The Great walks with the Small without fear.
The Middling keeps aloof.
157
黑夜暗中把花朵开放而让白日接受谢意。
The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.
158
权力把它牺牲者的挣扎当做是忘恩。
Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.
159
当我们满足地乐意时，我们就可以愉快地带着我们的果实分开了。
When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
160
雨点吻着大地，低语道：「母亲啊，我们是你的有思家病的孩子，从天上回到你的怀抱了。」
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered,─“We are thy homesick children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.”
161
蛛网要捕捉苍蝇，却假装着捕捉露珠。
The cobweb pretends to catch dew-drops and catches flies.
162
「爱」啊！当我来时因你手中正燃烧着的愁苦之灯我得看见你的面色，并且知道你就是「快乐」。
Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand, I can see your face and know you as bliss.
163
萤火对星星说：「学者说你的光将有熄灭的一天。」
星星没有回答。
“The learned say that your lights will one day be no more,” said the firefly to the stars.
The stars made no answer.
164
一只黎明之鸟在这黄昏的薄暗中飞到我静寂之巢来。
In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to the nest of my silence.
165
思想透澈我的心头正如雁群掠过天空。
我听见牠们的翼声。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of ducks in the sky.
I hear the voice of their wings.
166
运河欢喜想着那河流是专为供给他河水而存在的。
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.
167
世界以痛苦吻我灵魂，却要求报以诗歌。
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs.
168
那在压迫着我的到底是我的灵魂想要出来到空旷之处去呢，还是那世界的灵魂敲着我的心门想要进去呢？
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
思想用它自己的文字培养它自己而滋长着。
Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
170
我把我的心之缸浸入这静默之时间中，它已充满着爱了。
I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has filled with love.
171
不管你有没有工作。
当你一说「让我们做点事吧」，那时就开始在恶作剧了。
Either you have work or you have not.
When you have to say, “Let us do something,” then begins mischief.
172
向日葵因承认那无名之花是她的亲戚而羞愧。
太阳上升时却对无名之花含笑地说：「我的爱人，你好不好？」
The sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin.
The sun rose and smiled on it, saying, “Are you well, my darling?”
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「是谁像命运一样驱遣着我？」
「是『自我』跨在我的背上。」
“Who drives me forward like fate?”
“The Myself striding on my back.”
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云儿把河之水杯注满；自己却隐藏在远处的山中。
The clouds fill the watercups of the river, hiding themselves in the distant hills.
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在取水的途中，我把我水瓶里的水泼掉了。
很少水剩留下来以供家用。
I spill water from my water jar as I walk on my way.
Very little remains for my home.
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在缸里的水是透明的；在海中的水却黝黑。
微小的真理有清晰的言辞；伟大的真理却只是伟大的沉默。
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.
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你的微笑是你田野的花，你的谈吐是你山松的萧萧声，可是你的心却是我们人人皆知的妇人。
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.
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是小东西，我把它留下给我亲爱的人──大的东西则留给大众。
It is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones,─great things are for everyone.
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妇人啊，你把你的奥妙的泪水包围住世界的心有如海之于陆地。
Woman, thou hast encircled the world's heart with the depth of thy tears as the sea has the earth.
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阳光以微笑欢迎我。
雨，他的颦蹙的妹妹，对我的心谈着衷曲。
The sunshine greets me with a smile.
The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.
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我的白昼的花随便地掉下它被忘的花瓣。
在晚上它长成为纪念的黄金果实。
My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.
In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
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我好像夜里的路，在静默中正倾听着记忆的足音。
I am like the road in the night listening to the footfalls of its memories in silence.
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在我看来黄昏的天空像一个窗子，窗内点着一盏灯，里边正有一个人在等待着呢！
The evening sky to me is like a window, and a lighted lamp, and a waiting behind it.
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太忙于做好的人往往无时间去做好。
He who is too busy doing good finds no time to be good.
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我是无雨的秋云，但在黄熟的稻田里，可以见到我的充实。
I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fulness in the field of ripened rice.
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仇恨的残杀的，大家赞美他们。
但上帝惭愧地赶快把这记忆隐藏到绿草底下去。
They hated and killed and men praised them.
But God in shame hastens to hide its memory under the green grass.
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足趾是不回顾过去的手指。
Toes are the fingers that have forsaken their past.
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黑暗趋向光明，但盲目趋向死亡。
Darkness travels towards light, but blindness towards death.
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被宠的小犬猜疑宇宙要设计取得牠的地位。
The pet dog suspects the universe for scheming to take its place.
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我的心啊，请安静地坐着，不要把尘埃扬起来。
让世界找出他到你那里的路来。
Sit still my heart, do not raise your dust.
Let the world find its way to you.
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弓在箭离弦前对他低语道：「你的自由是我的。」
The bow whispers to the arrow before it speeds forth─“Your freedom is mine.”
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妇人啊，在你的笑声里含有生命之泉的音乐。
Woman, in your laughter you have the music of the fountain of life.
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一个充满逻辑的心恰像一把四面都是锋刃的刀。
它会使那用它的手流出血来。
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade.
It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
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上帝喜欢人的灯光甚于他自己的巨星。
God loves man's lamp-lights better than his own great stars.
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这世界是一个粗野的暴风雨的世界，那优美的音乐使牠驯服着。
This world is the world of wild storms kept tame with the music of beauty.
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「我的心好像你吻着的黄金宝箱。」暮云对太阳说。
“My heart is like the golden casket of thy kiss,” said the sunset cloud to the sun.
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过分接近可能杀死；保持距离或许成功。
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
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蟋蟀的唧唧声和雨点的滴沥声透过黑暗来到我耳中，一如梦之沙沙声来自我已逝的青春。
The cricket's chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.
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花对失去了所有星斗的晨空喊道：「我失去了我的露珠。」
“I have lost my dewdrop,” cries the flower to the morning sky that has lost all its stars.
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燃烧的木头一面喷射着火焰，一面喊道：「这是我的花，这是我的死。」
The burning log bursts in flame and cries,─“This is my flower, my death.”
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胡蜂想邻人蜜蜂的蜂窝太小了。
邻人却请他造一个更小的窝。
The wasp thinks that the honey-hive of the neighbouring bees is too small.
His neighbours ask him to build one still smaller.
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堤岸对河流说：「我不能保留你的波浪，
让我保留你的足印在我心里吧。」
“I cannot keep your waves,” says the bank to the river.
“Let me keep your footprints in my heart.”
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白昼与这小小地球的喧嚣掩盖住全宇宙的静默。
The day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of all worlds.
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歌的感觉之无限在空中，画的感觉之无限在地上，而诗的感觉之无限兼有空中与地上；
因为诗的文字之意义能行走，文字的音乐能飞翔。
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.
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太阳向「西方」落下时，他早晨的「东方」正静悄悄地站在他的前面。
When the sun goes down to the West, the East of his morning stands before him in silence.
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让我不要把我自己歪斜地对着我的世界，而使他反对我。
Let me not put myself wrongly to my world and set it against me.
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「赞美」来羞着我，因我暗地里求取他。
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
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在没有事可做时让我不做什么只在宁静的深处，像那风平浪静时的海岸之黄昏。
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.
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少女啊，你的淳朴，像湖水的澄碧，显示出你真实的深厚。
Maiden, your simplicity, like the blueness of the lake, reveals your depth of truth.
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至善不会独至。
它与一切俱来。
The best does not come alone.
It comes with the company of the all.
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上帝的右手是慈和的；但他的左手是可怕的。
God's right hand is gentle, but terrible is his left hand.
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我的黄昏来到异域的林间，说着一种我的晨星所不懂的话。
My evening came among the alien trees and spoke in a language which my morning stars did not know.
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夜的黑暗是一只袋，黎明的金光从袋中爆裂开来。
Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.
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我们的愿望以虹霓的彩色借给仅只烟雾般的生命。
Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life.
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上帝等待着取还他自己的花，那花由人类的手捧著作为礼物献上去。
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man's hands.
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我的忧思困扰我，要问我他们自己的名字。
My sad thoughts tease me asking me their own names.
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果实的职务很尊贵，花朵的职务很甜美；可是让我的职务成为叶子的职务，谦逊地奉献它的浓荫吧。
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.
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我的心已张帆在闲风中，将驶向「任何地方」的幻影之岛。
My heart has spread its sails to the idle winds for the shadowy island of Anywhere.
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众人是残酷的；但个人是和善的。
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
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把我做成你的酒杯，让我的满杯供献给你，供献给你的人。
Make me thy cup and let my fulness be for thee and for thine.
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暴风雨就像什么神只为大地拒绝他爱的苦痛而叫喊着。
The storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the earth refuses.
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世界没有损漏，因为死并不是破裂。
The world does not leak because death is not a crack.
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生命因失去的爱而更丰富。
Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
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朋友啊，你的伟大的心借「东方」的朝阳照耀着，有如黎明时孤山的雪峰。
My friend, your great heart shone with the sunrise of the East like the snowy summit of a lonely hill in the dawn.
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死的泉源使生的止水喷放。
The fountain of death makes the still water of life play.
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我的上帝啊，那些什么东西都有而没有你的人，嘲笑那些只有你而没有东西的人呢。
Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.
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生命的活动休息在他自己的音乐中。
The movement of life has its rest in its own music.
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踩踢着只会扬起尘埃来，不会从泥土上有出收获来的。
Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.
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我们的名字都是黑夜的海波上生出来的闪光，死时不留一点痕迹。
Our names are the light that glows on the sea waves at night and then dies without leaving its signature.
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让睁眼看着玫瑰花的人只看见针刺。
Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.
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把鸟翼装金，鸟便再不能翱翔在天空。
Set bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.
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和我们地方同样的莲花开在这异域的水中，有同样的香气，但换着别的名字了。
The same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with the same sweetness, under another name.
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在心的透视中距离隐约的显得阔大。
In heart's perspective the distance looms large.
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月亮把她的清光照耀整个天空，黑斑却留给她自己。
The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.
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不要说，「这还是早晨」，并借昨天的名义将它遣去。第二次看它，像看一个没有名字的新生婴孩。
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.
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轻烟对天空，灰烬对大地，都夸说他们是火的兄弟。
Smoke boasts to the sky, and Ashes to the earth, that they are brothers to the fire.
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雨点向素馨花耳语：「永远把我留在你的心里吧。」
素馨花叹了一声，「嗳唷！」就掉向地面去。
The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, “Keep me in your heart for ever.”
The jasmine sighed, “Alas,” and dropped to the ground.
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羞怯的思想啊，请不要怕我。
我是一个诗人。
Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.
I am a poet.
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我心里模糊的静默，似乎充满着蟋蟀的唧唧声──那灰色的微曦之音。
The dim silence of my mind seems filled with crickets' chirp─the grey twilight of sound.
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流星炮啊，你对星辰的侮慢将随着你自己回到大地。
Rockets, your insult to the stars follows yourself back to the earth.
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你引导我从我的白天热闹的旅程去到黄昏的孤寂。
我从沉寂之夜等候这事的意义。
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.
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生命如渡过一重大海，我们相遇在这同一的狭船里。
死时我们同登彼岸，又向不同的世界各奔前程。
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.
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真理的溪流穿过错误之河渠而流出。
The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.
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今天，我的心因越过那时之海的甜蜜的一点钟而害思家病。
My heart is homesick to-day for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.
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鸟的歌是从大地反响出来的晨光之回声。
The bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the earth.
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「是不是我不值得你来吻我呢？」晨光问杯形花。
“Are you too proud to kiss me?” the morning light asks the buttercup.
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小花问道：「太阳啊，我要怎样对你歌唱与崇拜呢？」
太阳回答：「用你纯洁的简单沉默。」
“How may I sing to thee and worship, O Sun?” asked the little flower.
“By the simple silence of thy purity,” answered the sun.
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如果人是畜生，人比畜生更坏。
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
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当乌云被光吻着时，便成天上的花朵。
Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.
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别让刀锋讥笑刀柄的厚钝。
Let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt.
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夜的静寂，像一盏深色的灯，是用银河的光点着的。
The night's silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of its milky way.
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环绕着生命的晴岛，日日夜夜高涨着死亡的海之无穷的歌。
Around the sunny island of Life swells day and night death's limitless song of the sea.
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是否这座山岭像一朵花，张开着群峰的花瓣正饮吸着日光呢？
Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills, drinking the sunlight?
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把真实的意思读错和把他的着重点放错便成不真实。
The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal.
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我的心，从世界的活动中去寻找你的美丽，像帆船的有风与水之优雅。
Find your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.
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眼睛不拿眼力来傲人，却以戴眼镜来傲人。
The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.
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我住在我的这个小世界里，我恐惧着要将这小世界再行缩小。提拔我放进你的世界，让我有乐于失去我一切的自由。
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.
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虚伪培养在权力中，永远不能进为真实。
The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.
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我的心，用歌的轻波，渴想抚爱这晴天的绿色世界。
My heart, with its lapping waves of song, longs to caress this green world of the sunny day.
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路畔小草，爱着明星吧，于是你的梦想将在花丛中开花而实现了。
Wayside grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers.
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让你的音乐像一把利剑，戳进喧闹市声的心中去。
Let your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its heart.
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让树颤动的叶子像婴孩的手指般抚触着我的心。
The trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an infant child.
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我灵魂的忧郁是她的结婚面纱。
这面纱等着天晚才揭去。
This sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.
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这小花躺在尘土里。
他寻觅那蝴蝶的路径。
The little flower lies in the dust.
It sought the path of the butterfly.
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我在路的世界里。
夜来了。请打开你的大门，你的家之世界。
I am in the world of the roads.
The night comes. Open thy gate, thou world of the home.
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我已唱完你白天的歌。
在晚上，让我携着你的明灯通过那风雨之途。
I have sung the songs of thy day.
In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path.
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我不要求你走进这屋里去。
请到我这无量的荒寂里来吧，我的爱人。
I do not ask thee into the house.
Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.
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死亡像出生一样，都是属于生命的。
走路须要提起脚来，但也须要放下脚去。
Death belongs to life as birth does.
The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
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我已学会你在花丛中和日光下低语的单纯意思──教我知道你在痛苦与死亡中的语句吧。
I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine─teach me to know thy words in pain and death.
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这夜之花已经过时，当清晨去吻她，她震颤而叹息，落到地上了。
The night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.
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透过万物的忧戚，我听到「永恒母亲」的低唱声。
Through the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.
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大地啊，我来到你的岸边像一个生人，我住在你的屋中像一位宾客，我离开你的大门像一位知友。
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.
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当我去了，让我的思想到你处来，像那落日的晚霞接连着星空的静穆。
Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
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休息的黄昏，星照耀在我心中，于是让夜色对我蜜语谈爱。
Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper to me of love.
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在黑暗中，我是一个小孩。
母亲，为了你我伸出两手透过那黑夜的覆盖。
I am a child in the dark.
I stretch my hands through the coverlet of night for thee, Mother.
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白昼的工作做完了，母亲，把我的脸埋在你的怀中。
让我做梦吧。
The day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother.
Let me dream.
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会面的灯已点得很久，在分手时，那灯立刻熄了。
The lamp of meeting burns long; it goes out in a moment at the parting.
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世界啊！当我死了，请给我在你的静默中保留一句话：「我已爱过了。」
One word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, “I have loved.”
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当我们爱这世界时，我们才住在这世界里。
We live in this world when we love it.
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让死的有不朽的名，但活的要有不朽的爱。
Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
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我见到你，正如一个半醒的婴孩在黎明的朦胧中看见他的母亲，于是他微笑着又睡去了。
I have seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.
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我将死了再死的来认识那生命是无尽的。
I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
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当我在路上和众人一起走过去时，从阳台上我看见你的微笑，于是我歌唱，于是一切的喧闹都忘了。
While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.
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爱是充实的生命，正如盛满着酒的杯子一样。
Love is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.
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在他们的庙宇里，他们点着自己的灯，他们唱着自己的歌。
可是鸟儿却在你的晨光里唱着你的名字──因为你的名字就是快乐。
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.
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引导我到你的静默的中心吧，好让歌声来充满我的心。
Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs.
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让他们住在他们选定的爆竹喧闹的世界。
我的上帝啊，我的心正渴望着你的星辰。
Let them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks.
My heart longs for thy stars, my God.
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萦绕我的生命，爱的痛苦唱着，有如深不可测的大海，爱的欢乐唱着，有如花丛里的小鸟。
Love's pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea, and love's joy sang like birds in its flowering groves.
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把灯熄了吧，当你深切愿望时。
我将知道你的黑暗，我将爱它。
Put out the lamp when thou wishest.
I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.
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当日子完了我站在你前面，你将看到我的疤痕，明白我曾经受伤，也曾经治愈了。
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.
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总有一天在那里另一个世界的旭光里，我将对你歌唱：「从前我曾见过你，在那地球的光中，在那人类的爱里。」
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.”
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他日的浮云，飘进我的生命里，不再滴雨或报风，只为给我落日的天空染色而来。
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.
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真理激起反对自己的风暴来便把自己的种子广播开了。
Truth raises against itself the storm that scatters its seeds broadcast.
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昨夜的暴风雨给今晨带上了黄金的平静。
The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace.
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真理似乎带来了终极的话，但终极的话又诞生了下一条真理。
Truth seems to come with its final word; and the final word gives birth to its next.
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名望不超过真实的人是有福的。
Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
297
当我忘却我的名字时，你名字的甜美充满我心中──像你雾散时的朝阳。
Sweetness of thy name fills my heart when I forget mine─like thy morning sun when the mist is melted.
298
静寂的夜有慈母的美，喧嚣的昼有孩子的美。
The silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day of the child.
299
当人微笑时世界爱他；当人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.
300
上帝期待着人从智慧里重获他的童年。
God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.
301
让我觉得这世界是你的爱所形成，这样我的爱可以助它。
Let me feel this world as thy love taking form, then my love will help it.
302
你的阳光含笑地对着我心之冬日，永不疑惑它会开春花。
Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers.
303
上帝的爱只吻着那有限的，人却吻着无限的。
God kisses the finite in his love and man the infinite.
304
用多年的时日，你渡过空荒年代的沙漠达到那成就的一刻。
Thou crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfilment.
305
上帝的沉默使人的思想成熟为言论。
God's silence ripens man's thoughts into speech.
306
永恒的旅客啊，在我的歌中你将找到你的足印之形式。
Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.
307
天父啊，你显示你的光辉在你的小孩中，让我不要玷辱你吧。
Let me not shame thee, Father, who displayest thy glory in thy children.
308
这是不快乐的日子，阳光在发怒的云下像一个受到处罚小孩在他苍白的脸上留着泪痕，风的号叫好像一个负创的世界之呼号。但是我知道我正旅行着去会见我的「朋友」。
Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am travelling to meet my Friend.
309
今夜，在棕榈树的叶丛中发生骚动，海里掀起了波涛，「满月」，像世界的心之跳动。在你的静默中，你从什么未知的天空带来那爱的痛苦秘密。
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?
310
我梦着一颗星──一个光明之岛──我就在那里诞生。在那有生气的闲逸深处，我的生命将使我的工作成熟，有如秋阳下的稻田一般。
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 rice-field in the autumn sun.
311
在雨中湿地的气味升起来，有如来自那渺小的群众的伟大的无声赞美歌。
The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
312
那「爱往往会失败」是我们不能当真理来接受的一种事件。
That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
313
我们终有一天晓得，死亡永不能劫掠我们──劫掠我们灵魂所获得的东西，因为灵魂的所获和灵魂只是一体啊。
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.
314
在我的黄昏的朦胧中上帝到我这里来，他带了我过去的花，这些花在他的花篮中仍保持得很鲜艳。
God comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my past kept fresh in his basket.
315
我主啊，当我生命的弦线全部调和时，于是你的每一抚触都会发出爱的音乐来。
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.
316
上帝啊，让我真实地活着吧，这样死亡对我就变成真实了。
Let me live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true.
317
人的历史是正在忍耐的等待着那被侮蔑者的凯旋。
Man's history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man.
318
我觉得此刻你的眼光射在我的心上，有如清晨晴和的静寂照射收割了的空旷田野。
I feel thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of the morning upon the lonely field whose harvest is over.
319
我渴想着这波涛起伏的那「叫嚣之海」彼岸的「歌之岛」。
I long for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts.
320
夜的序幕开始于落日的乐曲，这是对不可名状之黑暗的庄重赞美诗。
The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset, in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark.
321
我已攀登那成名的峰巅，发见那里是一无遮蔽的凛冽而不毛的绝顶。导师啊，请在光线消失以前，领我走进静寂的山谷，那里，生命的收获正成熟为黄金的智慧。
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.
322
在薄暮的朦胧中，一切东西看来都像幻影──尖塔的基身消失在黑暗中，而树顶也像是墨水的污斑。我将等待着清晨，我将醒来看见你的城市在光之中。
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.
323
我曾经受苦，我曾经失望，而且我懂得什么是死，于是我很乐意于我在这伟大的世界。
I have suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world.
324
在我的生命中有些地方是空白的是闲静的。这些地方都是空旷之区，我忙碌的日子便在那里得到了阳光与空气。
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.
325
解救我吧，我的不满足的过去从后面紧抱着我不容我死，请来解救我吧。
Release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making death difficult.
326
让这做我的最后一句话吧，「我信赖你的爱。」
Let this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.
译者附注
查悉泰翁《漂鸟集》中诗，大多系直接用英文撰写，拙译根据单行本，其中九十八首与二六三首相同，为重复，而在《泰戈尔诗歌戏剧合集》中，已将二六三首删去，以二六四首改作二六三首，以下各首均依现递前，成三二五首版本，本书仍照旧本，特加说明。
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