第6章 做自己想做的人(6)
当我们辞别人间，
Footprints on the sands of time；
Footprints that perhaps another，
Sailing o'er life solemn main，
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother，
Seeing， shall take heart again，
Let us， then， be up and doing，
With a heart for any fate；
Still achieving， still pursuing
Learn to labour and to wait.
能把足迹留在时间的流沙上，
也许有个遭了船灾的苦难弟兄，
他曾在庄严的人生大海中漂航，
见到我们的脚印，
又会满怀信心。
让我们起来干吧，
下定决心，不管遭遇怎样；
不断胜利，不断追求，
要学会苦干和耐心等待。
飞鸟集
Stray Birds
1
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 sign.
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。
2
Troupe of little vagrants of the world；leave your footprints in my words.
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。
3
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song， as one kiss of the eternal.
世界对着它的爱人，把它浩瀚的面具揭下了。
它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。
4
It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.
是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。
5
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。
6
If you shed tears when you miss the sun， you also miss the stars.
如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。
7
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement， danc-ing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness？
舞动着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，正乞求你的歌声，你的舞蹈。你肯挟瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？
8
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。
9
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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。
10
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。
11
Some unseen fingers， like an idle breeze， are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微风似的，正在我的心上奏着潺湲的乐声。
12
What language is thine， O sea？
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer， O sky？
The language of eternal silence.
“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。”
13
Listen， my heart， to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。
14
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night—it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗——是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间之雾。
15
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。
16
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment， nods to me and goes.
我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会儿，向我点点头又走过去了。
17
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves；they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
这些微思，是树叶的籁籁之声呀；它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。
18
What you are you do not see， what you see is your shadow.
你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。
19
My wishes are fools， they shout across thy song， my Master. Let me but listen.
神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。
让我只是静听着吧。
20
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.
我不能选择那最好的。
是那最好的选择我。
21
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
那些把灯背在背上的人，把他们的影子投到了自己前面。
22
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
我的存在，对我是一个永久的神奇，这就是生活。
23
We， the rustling leaves， have a voice that answers the storms， but who are you so silent？
I am a mere flower.
“我们萧萧的树叶都有声响回答那风和雨。你是谁呢，那样的沉默着？”
“我不过是一朵花。”
24
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
休息与工作的关系，正如眼睑与眼睛的关系。
25
Man is a born child；his power is the power of growth.
人是一个初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生长的力量。
26
God expects answers for the flowers he sends us， not for the sun the earth.
神希望我们酬答他，在于他送给我们的花朵，而不在于太阳和土地。
27
The light that plays， like a naked child， among the green leaves hap-pily knows not that man can lie.
光明如一个裸体的孩子，快快活活地在绿叶当中游戏，它不知道人是会欺诈的。
28
Beauty， find thyself in love， not in the flattery of thy mirror.
啊，美呀，在爱中找你自己吧，不要到你镜子中去找寻。
29
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.
我的心把她的波浪在世界的海岸上冲激着，以热泪在上边写着她的题记：
“我爱你。”
30
Moon， for what do you wait？
To salute the sun for whom I must make way.
“月儿呀，你在等候什么呢？”
“向我将让位给他的太阳致敬。”
31
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
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。
32
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
神自己的清晨，在他自己看来也是新奇的。
33
Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world， and its worth by the claims of love.
生命从世界得到资产，爱情使它得到价值。
34
The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
枯竭的河床，并不感谢它的过去。
35
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
鸟儿愿为一朵云。
云儿愿为一只鸟。
36
The waterfall sing， I find my song， when I find my freedom.
瀑布歌唱道：“我得到自由时便有了歌声了。”
37
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
It is for small needs it never asks， or knows or remembers.
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。
38
Woman， when you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.
妇人，你在料理家务的时候，你的手足歌唱着，正如山间的溪水歌唱着在小石中流过。
39
The sun goes to cross the Western sea， leaving its last salutation to the East.
当太阳横过西方的海面时，对着东方留下它的最后的敬礼。
40
Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.
不要因为你自己没有胃口而去责备你的食物。
41
The trees， like the longings of the earth， stand a tiptoe to peep at the heaven.
群树如表示大地的愿望似的，踮起脚来向天空窥望。
42
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
你微微地笑着，不同我说什么话。而我觉得，为了这个，我已等待很久了。
43
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.
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。
44
The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去，奏出忧郁的乐声。
45
He has made his weapons his gods.
When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
他把他的刀剑当成他的上帝。
当他的刀剑胜利的时候他自己却失败了。
46
God finds himself by creating.
神从创造中找到他自己。
47
Shadow， with her veil drawn， follows Light in secret meekness， with her silent steps of love.
阴影围上她的面纱，秘密地，温顺地，用她的沉默的爱的脚步，跟在“光”后边。