——泰戈尔《飞鸟集》美绝的诗句，郑振泽翻译的绝唱，赶紧收集吧！
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夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。
秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。
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.
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世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
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世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。
它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
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是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.
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如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
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她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
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有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。
我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
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有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微风似的，正在我的心上奏着潺潺的乐声。
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
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“海水呀，你说的是什么？”
“是永恒的疑问。”
“天空呀，你回答的话是什么？”
“是永恒的沉默。”
What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.
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不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
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我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过去了。
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
１3
这些微风，是树叶的簌簌之声呀；它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
１4
你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
15
我不能选择那最好的。
是那最好的选择我。
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.
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那些把灯背在背上的人，把他们的影子投到了自己前面。
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
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我的存在，对我是一个永久的神奇，这就是生活。
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
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人是一个初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生长的力量。
Man is a born child; his power is the power of growth.
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绿树长到了我的窗前，仿佛是喑哑的大地发出的渴望的声音。
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
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神自己的清晨，在他自己看来也是新奇的。
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
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生命从世界得到资产，爱情使它得到价值。
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
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鸟儿愿为一朵云。
云儿愿为一只鸟。
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
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瀑布歌唱道：“我得到自由时便有了歌声了。”
The waterfall sings, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."
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我说不出这心为什么那样默默地颓丧着。
是为了它那不曾要求，不曾知道，不曾记得的小小的需要。
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.
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不要因为你自己没有胃口而去责备你的食物。
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
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群树如表示大地的愿望似的，踮起脚来向天空窥望。
The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep at the heaven.
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你微微地笑着，不同我说什么话。而我觉得，为了这个，我已等待得久了。
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
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水里的游鱼是沉默的，陆地上的兽类是喧闹的，空中的飞鸟是歌唱着的。
但是，人类却兼有海里的沉默，地上的喧闹与空中的音乐。
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.
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世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去，奏出忧郁的乐声。
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
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神从创造中找到他自己。
God finds himself by creating.
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谢谢神，我不是一个权力的轮子，而是被压在这轮子下的活人之一。
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.
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心是尖锐的，不是宽博的，它执着在每一点上，却并不活动。
The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.
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你的偶像委散在尘土中了，这可证明神的尘土比你的偶像还伟大。
Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol.
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人不能在他的历史中表现出他自己，他在历史中奋斗着露出头角。
Man does not reveal himself in his history, he struggles up through it.
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我们如海鸥之与波涛相遇似地，遇见了，走近了。海鸥飞去，波涛滚滚地流开，我们也分别了。
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.
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我们的生命是天赋的，我们惟有献出生命，才能得到生命。
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
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当我们是大为谦卑的时候，便是我们最接近伟大的时候。
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
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麻雀看见孔雀负担着它的翎尾，替它担忧。
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
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谢谢火焰给你光明，但是不要忘了那执灯的人，他是坚忍地站在黑暗当中呢。
Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
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小草呀，你的足步虽小，但是你拥有你足下的土地。
Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread.
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错误经不起失败，但是真理却不怕失败。
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
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这寡独的黄昏，幕着雾与雨，我在我的心的孤寂里，感觉到它的叹息。
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
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贞操是从丰富的爱情中生出来的财富。
Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
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雾，象爱情一样，在山峰的心上游戏，生出种种美丽的变幻。
The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and brings out surprises of beauty.
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我们把世界看错了，反说它欺骗我们。
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
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每一个孩子出生时都带来信息说：神对人并未灰心失望。
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
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人对他自己建筑起堤防来。
Man barricades against himself.
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我的朋友，你的语声飘荡在我的心里，象那海水的低吟声绕缭在静听着的松林之间。
Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
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使生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
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那想做好人的，在门外敲着门；那爱人的看见门敞开着。
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
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这个渴望是为了那个在黑夜里感觉得到，在大白天里却看不见的人。
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.
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刀鞘保护刀的锋利，它自己则满足于它的迟钝。
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.
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权势对世界说道：“你是我的。”
世界便把权势囚禁在她的宝座下面。
爱情对世界说道：“我是你的。”
世界便给予爱情以在它屋内来往的自由。
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.
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我想起了浮泛在生与爱与死的川流上的许多别的时代，以及这些时代之被遗忘，我便感觉到离开尘世的自由了。
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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白云谦逊地站在天之一隅。
晨光给它戴上霞彩。
The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.
The morning crowned it with splendour.
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尘土受到损辱，却以她的花朵来报答。
The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
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只管走过去，不必逗留着采了花朵来保存，因为一路上花朵自会继续开放的。
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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根是地下的枝。
枝是空中的根。
Roots are the branches down in the earth.
Branches are roots in the air.
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无名的日子的感触，攀缘在我的心上，正象那绿色的苔藓，攀缘在老树的周身。
The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.
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人走进喧哗的群众里去，为的是要淹没他自己的沉默的呼号。
Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamour of silence.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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“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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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 fullness in the field of ripened rice.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
108
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.
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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.
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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.
111
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.
112
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
119
当人是兽时，他比兽还坏。
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
125
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.
126
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.
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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.
128
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.
129
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.
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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.
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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.
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神在他的爱里吻着“有涯”，而人却吻着“无涯”。
God kisses the finite in his love and man the infinite.
133
您越过不毛之年的沙漠而到达了圆满的时刻。
Thou crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfilment.
134
这一天是不快活的。光在蹙额的云下，如一个被责打的儿童，灰白的脸上留着泪痕；风又号叫着，似一个受伤的世界的哭声。但是我知道，我正跋涉着去会我的朋友。
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.
135
我梦见一颗星，一个光明岛屿，我将在那里出生。在它快速的闲暇深处，我的生命将成熟它的事业，象阳光下的稻田。
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.
136
说爱情会失去的那句话，乃是我们不能够当作真理来接受的一个事实。
That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
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我这一刻感到你的眼光正落在我的心上，象那早晨阳光中的沉默落在已收获的孤寂的田野上一样。
I feel thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of the morning upon the lonely field whose harvest is over.
138
在这个黄昏的朦胧里，好些东西看来都仿佛是幻象一般－－尖塔的底层在黑暗里消失了，树顶象是墨水的模糊的斑点似的。我将等待着黎明，而当我醒来的时候，就会看到在光明里的您的城市。
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.
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我曾经痛苦过，曾经失望过，曾经体会过“死亡”，于是我以我在这伟大的世界里为乐。
I have suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world.
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在我的一生里，也有贫乏和沉默的地域；它们是我忙碌的日子得到日光与空气的几片空旷之地。
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.
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“我相信你的爱。”让这句话做我的最后的话。
Let this be my last word, that I trust thy love.
