1

你已经使我永生，这样做是你的欢乐。这脆薄的杯儿，你不断地把它倒空，又不断地以新生命来充满。

你携带着这小苇笛翻山越谷，从笛管里吹出永远新鲜的音乐。

在你双手的不朽的安抚下，我的小小的心，消融在无边快乐之中，发出不可言说的词调。

你无穷的赐予只倾入我小小的手里。时代过去了，你还在倾注，却依然没有注满。

Thou hast made me endless，such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again，and fillest it ever with fresh life.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales，and hast breathed through its melodies eternally new.

At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.Ages pass，and still thou pourest，and still there is room to fill.

2

当你命我歌唱时，我的心骄傲欲裂，我凝望着的脸，不禁热泪盈眶。

我生命中一切的凝涩与矛盾融化成一片甜柔的谐音——我的爱慕像一只欢乐的鸟，展翅飞越海洋。

我知道你喜欢我的歌唱。我知道只因为我是个歌者，才能走到你的面前。

我用我歌儿的庞大翅膀的边缘，触到了你的双脚，那是我从来不敢想望触到的。在歌唱中的陶醉，我忘了自己，你本是我的主人，我却称你为朋友。

When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride；and I look to thy face，and tears come to my eyes.

All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony‐and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its fiight across the sea.

I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence.

I touch by the edge of the far‐spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

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我不知道你怎样地唱，我的主人！我总在惊奇地静听。

你的音乐的光辉照亮了世界。你的音乐的气息透彻诸天。你的音乐的圣泉冲过一切阻挡的岩石，向前奔涌。

我的心渴望和你合唱，而挣扎不出一点声音。我想说话，但是言语不成曲调，我叫不出来。呵，我的心，被你的音乐的漫天大网俘虏，我的主人！

I know not how thou singest，my master！I ever listen in silent amazement.

The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.

My heart longs to join in thy song，but vainly struggles for a voice. I would speak，but speech breaks not into song，and I cry out baffied. Ah，thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music，my master！

4

我生命的生命，我要保持我的躯体永远纯洁，因为我知道你的生命的触摸，抚遍着我的四肢。

我要永远从我的思想中屏除虚伪，因为我知道你就是那在我心中燃起理智之火的真理。

我要从我心中驱走一切的丑恶，使我的爱开花，因为我知道你在我的心宫深处安设了座位。

我要努力在我的行动中展现你，因为我知道是你的威力，给我力量来行动。

Life of my life，I shall ever try to keep my body pure，knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.

I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts，knowing that thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason in my mind.

I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in fiower，knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart.

And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions，knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.

5

请容我懈怠一会儿来坐在你的身旁。我手边的工作等一下子再去完成。

远离，我的心就不慬安逸和休息，我的工作变成了无边苦海中的无尽劳役。

今天，炎暑来到我的窗前，轻嘘微语；群蜂在花树的庭院中尽情吟唱。

这正是应该静坐的时光，和你相对，在这静寂和无边的闲暇里唱出生命的献歌。

I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite，and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs；and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the fiowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quite，face to face with thee，and to sing dedication of live in this silent and overfiowing leisure.

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摘下这朵花来，拿去吧，不要迟延！我怕它会凋谢，掉在尘土里。

它也许配不上你的花冠，但请你采摘它，以你手采摘的痛苦来给它荣耀。我怕在我警觉之先，日光已逝，供献的时间过了。

虽然它颜色不深，香气很淡，请仍用这花来礼拜，趁着还有时间，就采摘吧。

Pluck this little flower and take it，delay not！I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.

I may not find a place in thy garland，but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am aware，and the time of offering go by.

Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint，use this fiower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

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我的歌曲把她的妆饰卸掉。她没有了衣饰的骄奢。妆饰会妨碍我们融合；它会横阻在我们之间，叮当声会淹没了你的细语。

我诗人的虚荣心，在你的容光中羞死。呵，诗圣，我已经拜倒在你的脚前。只愿我的生命简单、正直、像一枝苇笛，让你来吹出音乐。

My song has put off her adornments. She has no pride of dress and decoration. Ornaments would mar our union；they would come between thee and me；their jingling would drown thy whispers.

My poet’s vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet，I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight，like a fiute of reed for thee to fill with music.

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那穿起王子的衣袍和挂起珠宝项链的孩子，在游戏中他失去了一切的快乐；他的衣服绊着他的步履。

为怕衣饰磨破和污损，他不敢走进世界，甚至于不敢挪动。

母亲，这是毫无好处的，如你的华美的约束，使人和大地健康的尘土隔断，把人进入日常生活的盛大集会的权利剥夺去了。

The child who is decked with prince’s robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his play；his dress hampers him at every step.

In fear that it may be frayed，or stained with dust he keeps himself from the world，and is afraid even to move.

Mother，it is no gain，thy bondage of finery，if it keeps one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth，if it robs one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.

9

呵，傻子，想把自己背在肩上！呵，乞人，来到你自己门口求乞！

把你的负担卸在那双能担当一切的手中吧，永远不要惋惜地回顾。

你的欲望的气息，会立刻把它接触到的灯火吹灭。它是不圣洁的——不要从它不洁的手中接受礼物。只领受神圣的爱所赋予的东西。

O fool，try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders！O beggar，to come beg at thy own door！

Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all，and never look behind in regret.

Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath. It is unholy‐take not thy gifts through its unclean hands. Accept only what is offered by sacred love.

10

这是你的脚凳，你在最贫最贱最失所的人群中歇足。

我想向你鞠躬，我的敬礼不能达到你歇足地方的深处——那最贫最贱最失所的人群中。

你穿着破敝的衣服，在最贫最贱最失所的人群中行走，骄傲永远不能走近这个地方。

你和那最没有朋友的最贫最贱最失所的人们作伴，我的心永远找不到那个地方。

Here is thy footstool and there rest thy feet where live the poorest，and lowliest，and lost.

When I try to bow to thee，my obeisance cannot reach down to the depth where thy feet rest among the poorest，and lowliest，and lost.

Pride can never approach to where thou walkest in the clothes of the humble among the poorest，and lowliest，and lost.

My heart can never find its way to where thou keepest company with the companionless among the poorest，the lowliest，and the lost.

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把礼赞和数珠撇在一边吧！你在门窗紧闭幽暗孤寂的殿角里，向谁礼拜呢？睁开眼你看，上帝不在你的面前！

他是在锄着枯地的农夫那里，在敲石的造路工人那里。太阳下，阴雨里，他和他们同在，衣袍上蒙着尘土。脱掉你的圣袍，甚至像他一样地下到泥土里去吧！

超脱吗？从哪里找超脱呢？我们的主已经高高兴兴地把创造的锁链戴起；他和我们大家永远连系在一起。

从静坐里走出来吧，丢开供养的香花！你的衣服污损了又何妨呢？去迎接他，在劳动里，流汗里，和他站在一起吧。

Leave this chanting and singing and telling of beads！Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut？Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee！

He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground and where the pathmaker is breaking stones. He is with them in sun and in shower，and his garment is covered with dust. Put off thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the dusty soil！

Deliverance？Where is this deliverance to be found？Our master himself has joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation；he is bound with us all for ever.

Come out of thy meditations and leave aside thy flowers and incense！What harm is there if thy clothes become tattered and stained？Meet him and stand by him in toil and in sweat of thy brow.

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我旅行的时间很长，旅途也是很长的。

天刚破晓，我就驱车起行，穿遍广漠的世界。在许多星球之上，留下辙痕。

离你最近的地方，路途最远，最简单的音调，需要最艰苦的练习。

旅客要在每个生人门口敲叩，才能敲到自己的家门，人要在外面到处漂流，最后才能走到最深的内殿。

我四处张望后，闭上眼说：“你原来住在这里！”

这句问话和呼唤“呵，在哪儿呢？”融化在千股泪泉里，和你保证的回答“我在这里！”的洪流，一同淹没了全世界。

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.

I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light，and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.

It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself，and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.

The traveller has to knock at every alien door to come to his own，and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said“Here art thou！”

The question and the cry“Oh，where？”melt into tears of a thousand streams and deluge the world with the fiood of the assurance“I am！”

13

我要唱的歌，直到今天还没有唱出。

每天我总在乐器上调理弦索。时间还没有到来，歌词也未曾填好；只有愿望的痛苦在我心中。

花蕊还未开放；只有风从旁叹息走过。

我没有看见过他的脸，也没有听见过他的声音；我只听见他轻蹑的足音，从我房前路上走过。

他消磨了一整天，在地上铺设座位；但是灯火还未点上，我不能请他进来。我生活在和他相会的希望中，但这相会的日子还没有来到。

The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true，the words have not been rightly set；only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.

The blossom has not opened；only the wind is sighing by.

I have not seen his face，nor have I listened to his voice；only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.

The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the fioor；but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.

I live in the hope of meeting with him；but this meeting is not yet.

14

我的欲望很多，我的哭泣也很可怜，但你永远用坚决的拒绝来拯救我，这刚强的慈悲已经紧密地交织在我的生命里。

你使我一天一天地更配领受你自动的简单伟大的赐予——这天空和光明，这躯体、生命与心灵——把我从极欲的危险中拯救了出来。

有时候我懈怠地拖延，有时候我警觉而匆忙寻找我的目标；但是你却狠心地躲藏起来。

你不断地拒绝我，从软弱动摇的欲望之险中拯救了我，使我一天一天地更配你完全的接纳。

My desires are many and my cry is pitiful，but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals；and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.

Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple，great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked‐this sky and the light，this body and the life and the mind‐saving me from perils of overmuch desire.

There are times when I languidly linger and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal；but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.

Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by refusing me ever and anon，saving me from perils of weak，uncertain desire.

15

我来为你唱歌。在你的厅堂中，我坐在屋角。在你的世界中我无事可做；我无用的生命只能放出无目的的歌声。

你黑暗的殿中，夜半敲起默祷的钟声时，命令我吧，我的主人，来站在你面前歌唱。

当金琴在晨光中调好的时候，给我荣耀吧，命令我来到你的面前。

I am here to sing thee songs. In this hall of thine I have a corner seat.

In thy world I have no work to do；my useless life can only break out in tunes without a purpose.

When the hour strikes for thy silent worship at the dark temple of midnight，command me，my master，to stand before thee to sing.

When in the morning air the golden harp is tuned，honour me，commanding my presence.

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我接到这世界节日的请柬，我的生命受了祝福。我的眼睛看见了美丽的景象，我的耳朵也听见了醉人的音乐。

在这宴会中，我负责奏乐，我也尽力了。现在，我问，那时间终于来到了吗，我可以进去瞻仰你的容颜，并献上我静默的敬礼吗？

I have had my invitation to this world’s festival，and thus my life has been blessed. My eyes have seen and my ears have heard.

It was my part at this feast to play upon my instrument，and I have done all I could.

Now，I ask，has the time come at last when I may go in and see thy face and offer thee my silent salutation？

17

我只等候着爱最终把我交到他手里。因此我会迟误的，会对这延误负咎。

他们要用法律和规章紧紧地约束我；但是我总是躲着他们，因为我只等候着爱最终把我交到他手里。

人们责备我，说我不理会人；我相信他们的责备是对的。

集市日已过，繁忙的工作都已完毕。叫我不应的人都已含怒回去。我只等候着爱最终把我交到他手里。

I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands. That is why it is so late and why I have been guilty of such omissions.

They come with their laws and their codes to bind me fast；but I evade them ever，for I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands.

People blame me and call me heedless；I doubt not they are right in their blame.

The market day is over and work is all done for the busy. Those who came to call me in vain have gone back in anger. I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands.

18

云霾堆积，黑暗渐深。呵，爱，你为什么让我独在门外等候？在中午工作最忙的时候，我和大家在一起，但在这黑暗寂寞的日子，我只盼望着你。

若是你不容我见面，若是你完全把我抛弃，我真不知将如何度过这漫长的雨天。

我始终凝望着天空遥远的阴霾，我的心和不宁的风一同彷徨悲叹。

Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens. Ah，love，why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone？

In the busy moments of the noontide work I am with the crowd，but on this dark lonely day it is only for thee that I hope.

If thou showest me not thy face，if thou leavest me wholly aside，I know not how I am to pass these long，rainy hours.

I keep gazing on the far‐away gloom of the sky，and my heart wanders wailing with the restless wind.

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若是你不说话，我就隐忍着，以你的沉默来填满我的心。我要沉静地等候，像黑夜在星光中无眠，忍耐地低首。

清晨一定会来，黑暗也将消失，你的声音将划破天空，在金泉中倾泻而下。

那时你的话语，要在我的每一鸟巢中生翼发声，你的音乐，要在我林丛繁花中盛开怒放。

If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience.

The morning will surely come，the darkness will vanish，and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.

Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my bird’s nests，and thy melodies will break forth in fiowers in all my forest groves.

20

莲花开放的那天，唉，我不自觉地心魂飘荡。我的花篮空着，花儿我也没有去理睬。

不时地有一段的幽愁来袭击我，我从梦中惊起，觉得南风里有一阵奇香的芳踪。

这朦胧的温柔之情，使我的心因思慕而疼痛。我觉得这仿佛是夏天渴望的气息，寻求圆满。

那时我不晓得它离我是那么近，而且是我的，这完美的温馨，还是在我自己心灵的深处绽放。

On the day when the lotus bloomed，alas，my mind was straying，and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the fiower remained unheeded.

Only now and again a sadness fell upon me，and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.

That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that it was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.

I knew not then that it was so near，that it was mine，and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.

21

我必须撑船出航。时光都在岸边消磨了——为我叹息呵！

春天把花开过就告别了。如今落红遍地，我却等待而又留连。

潮声渐喧，河边林荫路上黄叶飘落。

你凝望着的是何等的空虚！你不觉得有一阵惊喜随着对岸遥远的歌声从天空中一同飘来吗？

I must launch out my boat. The languid hours pass by on the shore‐Alas for me！

The spring has done its flowering and taken leave. And now with the burden of faded futile fiowers I wait and linger.

The waves have become clamorous，and upon the bank in the shady lane the yellow leaves fiutter and fall.

What emptiness do you gaze upon！Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air with the notes of the far‐away song fioating from the other shore？

22

在七月雨季的浓阴中，你用秘密的脚步行走，夜一般的轻悄，躲过一切守望者。

今天，清晨闭上眼，不理连连呼喊的狂啸的东风，一张厚厚的纱幕遮住永远清醒的碧空。

林野停止歌唱，家家闭户。在这冷寂的街上，你是孤独的行人。呵，我唯一的朋友，我最爱的人，我的家门是开着的——不要梦一般地走过。

In the deep shadows of the rainy July，with secret steps，thou walkest，silent as night，eluding all watchers.

Today the morning has closed its eyes，heedless of the insistent calls of the loud east wind，and a thick veil has been drawn over the ever‐wakeful blue sky.

The woodlands have hushed their songs，and doors are all shut at every house. Thou art the solitary wayfarer in this deserted street. Oh my only friend，my best beloved，the gates are open in my house‐do not pass by like a dream.

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在这暴风雨的夜晚你还在外面作爱的旅行吗，我的朋友？天空像失望者在呻吟。

我今夜无眠。我不断地开门向黑暗中瞭望，我的朋友！

我什么都看不见。我不知道你要走哪一条路！

是从墨黑的河岸上，是从遥远的愁惨的树林边，是穿过昏暗迂回的曲径，你摸索着来到我这里吗，我的朋友？

Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy j ourney of love，my friend？The sky groans like one in despair.

I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the darkness，my friend！

I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path！

By what dim shore of the ink‐black river，by what far edge of the frowning forest，through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading thy course to come to me，my friend？

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假如一天已经过去了，鸟儿也不歌唱，假如风也吹倦了，那就用黑暗的厚幕把我盖上吧，如同你在黄昏时节用睡衾被裹上大地，又轻柔地将睡莲的花瓣合上。

旅客的行程未达，粮袋已空，衣裳破裂污损，而又筋疲力尽，你解除了他的羞涩与困窘，使他的生命像花朵一样在仁慈的夜幕下苏醒。

If the day is done，if birds sing no more，if the wind has fiagged tired，then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me，even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.

From the traveller，whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended，whose garment is torn and dustladen，whose strength is exhausted，remove shame and poverty，and renew his life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night.

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在这困倦的夜里，让我帖服地把自己交给睡眠，把信赖托付给你。让我不去勉强我的萎靡的精神，来准备一个对你敷衍的礼拜。

是你拉上夜幕盖上白日的倦眼，使这眼神在醒觉的清新喜悦中，焕然一新。

In the night of weariness let me give myself up to sleep without struggle，resting my trust upon thee.

Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation for thy worship.

It is thou who drawest the veil of night upon the tired eyes of the day to renew its sight in a fresher gladness of awakening.

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他来坐在我的身边，而我没有醒来。多么可恨的睡眠，唉，不幸的我呵！

他在静夜中来到；手里拿着琴，我的梦魂和他的音乐起了共鸣。

唉，为什么每夜就这样地虚度了？呵，他的气息触到了我的睡眠，为什么我总看不见他的面容？

He came and sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was，O miserable me！

He came when the night was still；he had his harp in his hands，and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.

Alas，why are my nights all thus lost？Ah，why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep？

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灯火，灯火在哪里呢？用熊熊的渴望之火把它点上吧！

灯在这里，却没有一丝火焰，——我的心，这是你的命运吗！你还不如死了更好！

悲哀敲着你的门，她传话说你的主醒着呢，他叫你在夜的黑暗中奔赴爱的约会。

云雾遮满天空，雨也不停地下。我不知道我心里有什么在动荡不安，——我不懂得它的意义。

一刹那的闪光，在我面前划下一道更深的黑暗，我心摸索着寻找那夜的音乐召唤我的地方。

灯火，灯火在哪里呢？用熊熊的渴望之火把它点吧！雷声在响，狂风怒吼着穿过天空。夜像黑岩一般的黑。不要让时间在黑暗中度过吧！用你的生命把爱的灯点上吧！

Light，oh where is the light？Kindle it with the burning fire of desire！

There is the lamp but never a fiicker of a fiame‐is such thy fate，my heart？Ah，death were better by far for thee！

Misery knocks at thy door，and her message is that thy lord is wakeful，and he calls thee to the love‐tryst through the darkness of night.

The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless. I know not what this is that stirs in me‐I know not its meaning.

A moment’s fiash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight，and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.

Light，oh where is the light！Kindle it with the burning fire of desire！It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void. The night is black as a black stone. Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.

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罗网是坚韧的，但是要撕破它的时候我又要心痛。

我只要自由，为希望自由我却觉得羞愧。

我确知那无价之宝是在你那里，而且你是我最好的朋友，但我却舍不得清除我满屋的俗物。

我身上披的是尘灰与死亡之衣；我恨它，却又热爱地把它抱紧。

我的债负很多，我的失败惨重，我的耻辱隐秘又沉重；但当我来求福的时候，我又战栗，唯恐我的祈求得了允诺。

Ob stinate are the trammels，but my heart aches when I try to break them.

Freedom is all I want，but to hope for it I feel ashamed.

I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee，and that thou art my best friend，but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room.

The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death；I hate it，yet hug it in love.

My debts are large，my failures great，my shame secret and heavy；yet when I come to ask for my good，I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.

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被我用我的名字囚禁起来的那个人，在监牢中哭泣。我每天不停地筑着围墙；当这道围墙高耸入云的时候，我看不见，我的真我，它淹没在高墙的阴影中。

我以这道高墙自豪，我用沙土把它抹严，唯恐在这名字上还留着一丝缝隙，我煞费了苦心，我也看不见了真我。

He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around；and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

I take pride in this great wall，and I plaster it with dust and sand lest a least hole should be left in this name；and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.

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我独自去赴幽会，是谁在暗寂中跟着我呢？我躲开他，但是我逃不掉。

他昂首阔步，使地上尘土飞扬；我说出的每一个字里，都掺杂着他的喊叫。

他就是我的小我，我的主，他不知羞耻；但和他一同到你门前，我却感到羞愧。

I came out alone on my way to my tryst. But who is this that follows me in the silent dark？

I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.

He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger；he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.

He is my own little self，my lord，he knows no shame；but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.

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“囚人，告诉我，谁把你捆起来的？”“是我的主人，”囚人说。“我以为我的财富与权力胜过世界上一切的人，我把我的国王的钱财聚敛在自己的宝库里。我昏困不过，睡在我主的床上，一觉醒来，我发现我在自己的宝库里做了囚人。”“囚人，告诉我，是谁铸的这条监牢的锁链？”

“是我，”囚人说，“是我自己用心铸造的。我以为我的无敌的权力会征服世界，使我有无碍的自由。我日夜用烈火重锤打造了这条铁链。等到工作完成，铁链完善牢不可破，我发现这铁链把我捆住了。”

“Prisoner，tell me，who was it that bound you？”“It was my master，”said the prisoner.“I thought I could outdo everybody in the world in wealth and power，and I amassed in my own treasure‐hose the money due to my king. When sleep overcame me I lay upon the bad that was for my lord，and on waking up I found I was a prisoner in my own treasure‐house. ”

“Prisoner，tell me，who was it that wrought this unbreakable chain？”

“It was I，”said the prisoner，“who forged this chain very carefully.

I thought my invincible power would hold the world captive leaving me in a freedom undisturbed. Thus night and day I worked at the chain with huge fires and cruel hard strokes. When at last the work was done and the links were complete and unbreakable，I found that it held me in its grip. ”

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尘世上那些爱我的人，用尽方法拉住我。你的爱就不是那样，你的爱比他们的伟大得多，你让我自由。

他们从不敢离开我，恐怕我把他们忘掉。但是你，日子一天一天地过去，你还未露面。

若是我不在祈祷中呼唤你，若是我不把你放在心上，你对我的爱仍在等待着我的爱。

By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world. But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs，and thou keepest me free.

Lest I forget them they never venture to leave me alone. But day passes by after day and thou art not seen.

If I call not thee in my prayers，if I keep not thee in my heart，thy love for me still waits for my love.

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白天的时候，他们来到我的房子里说：“我们占用最小那间屋子。”

他们说：“我们要帮忙你礼拜你的上帝，而且只谦恭地领受我们应得的一份恩典”；他们就在屋角安静柔顺地坐下。

但是在黑夜里，我发现他们强暴地冲进我的圣堂，贪婪地攫取了神坛上的祭品。

When it was day they came into my house and said，“We shall only take the smallest room here. ”

They said，“We shall help you in the worship of your God and humbly accept only our own share in his grace”；and then they took their seat in a corner and they sat quiet and meek.

But in the darkness of night I find they break into my sacred shrine，strong and turbulent，and snatch with unholy greed the offerings from God’s altar.

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只要我一息尚存，我就视你为我的一切。只要我一诚不灭，我就感觉到你在我的四周，任何事情，我都来请教你，任何时候都把我的爱献给你。

只要我一息尚存，我就永不把你藏匿起来。

只要把我和你的旨意锁在一起的脚镣，还留着一小段，你的意旨就在我的生命中实现，这脚镣就是你的爱。

Let only that little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all.

Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side，and come to thee in everything，and offer to thee my love every moment.

Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee.

Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will，and thy purpose is carried out in my life‐and that is the fetter of thy love.

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在那里，心是无畏的，头也抬得高昂；

在那里，知识是自由的；

在那里，世界还没有被狭小的家国的墙隔成片段；

在那里，话是从真理的深处说出；

在那里，不懈的努力向着“完美”伸臂；

在那里，理智的清泉没有沉没在积习的荒漠之中；

在那里，心灵是受你的指引，走向那不断放宽的思想与行为——进入那自由的天国，我的父呵，让我的国家觉醒起来吧。

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high；

Where knowledge is free；

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls；

Where words come out from the depth of truth；

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection；

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit；

Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever‐widening thought and action‐Into that heaven of freedom，my Father，let my country awake.

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这是我对你的祈求，我的主——请你铲除，铲除我心里贫乏根。

赐给我力量使我能轻闲地承受欢乐与忧伤。

赐给我力量使我的爱在劳役中得到果实。

赐给我力量使我永不抛弃穷人也永不向上淫威屈膝。

赐给我力量使我的心灵超越于日常琐事之上。

再赐给我力量使我臣服于您充满爱的意志。

This is my prayer to thee，my lord‐strike，strike at the root of penury in my heart.

Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.

Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.

Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.

Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.

And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.

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我以为我的精力已尽，旅程已终——前路已绝，储粮已尽，此刻正好退隐于静默鸿蒙中。

但是我发现你的意志在我这里无尽延伸。旧的言语刚在舌尖上消失，新的音乐又从心中喷发；旧辙方迷，新的田野又在面前奇妙地展开。

I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power，—that the path before me was closed，that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.

But I find that thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die out on the tongue，new melodies break forth from the heart；and where the old tracks are lost，new country is revealed with its wonders.

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我需要你，只需要你——让我的心不停地重述这句话。日夜引诱我的种种欲念，都是透顶的虚伪与空虚。

就像黑夜隐藏在祈求光明的朦胧里，在我潜意识的深处也呼喊着——我需要你，只需要你。

正如风暴用全力来冲击平静，却寻求终止于平静，我的反抗冲击着你的爱，而它却仍大声喊着——我需要你，只需要你。

That I want thee，only thee‐let my heart repeat without end. All desires that distract me，day and night，are false and empty to the core.

As the night keeps hidden in its gloom the petition for light，even thus in the depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry‐I want thee，only thee.

As the storm still seeks its end in peace when it strikes against peace with all its might，even thus my rebellion strikes against thy love and still its cry is‐I want thee，only thee.

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在我的心坚硬焦躁的时候，请洒我以甘霖。

当生命失去恩宠的时候，请赐我以欢歌。

当烦杂的工作在四周喧闹，使我和外界隔绝的时候，我的宁静的主，请带着你的和平与安息来临。

当我乞丐似的心，蹲伏在屋角的时候，我的国王，请你以王者的威仪破户而入。

当欲念以诱惑与尘埃蒙蔽我心灵的时候，呵，圣者，你是清醒的，请你和你的雷电一同降临。

When the heart is hard and parched up，come upon me with a shower of mercy.

When grace is lost from life，come with a burst of song.

When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond，come to me，my lord of silence，with thy peace and rest.

When my beggarly heart sits crouched，shut up in a corner，break open the door，my king，and come with the ceremony of a king.

When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust，O thou holy one，thou wakeful，come with thy light and thy thunder.

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上帝呵，我干枯的心，好多天没有受到雨水的滋润了。天边是可怕的赤裸——没有一片轻云的遮盖，没有一丝远雨的凉意。

如果你愿意，请降下狂怒的风暴，送来死寂的黒暗，以闪电震慑诸天吧。

但是请你召回，我的主，召回这弥漫沉默的炎热吧，它是沉重尖锐而又残忍，用可怕的绝望焚灼人心。

让慈云低垂下降，像在父亲发怒的时候，母亲含泪的眼光。

The rain has held back for days and days，my God，in my arid heart.

The horizon is fiercely naked‐not the thinnest cover of a soft cloud，not the vaguest hint of a distant cool shower.

Send thy angry storm，dark with death，if it is thy wish，and with lashes of lightning startle the sky from end to end.

But call back，my lord，call back this pervading silent heat，still and keen and cruel，burning the heart with dire despair.

Let the cloud of grace bend low from above like the tearful look of the mother on the day of the father’s wrath.

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我的情人，你站在大家背后，藏在何处的阴影中呢？在尘土飞扬的道上，他们把你推开走过，在乏倦的时间，我摆开礼品来等候你，过路的人把我的香花一朵一朵地拿走，我的花篮几乎空了。

清晨，中午都过去了，暮色中，我倦眼朦胧。回家的人们瞟着我微笑，使我满心羞惭。我像女丐一般地坐着，拉起裙儿盖上脸，当他们问我要什么的时候，我垂目没有回答。

呵，真的，我怎能告诉他们说我是在等候你，而且你也应许说你一定会来。我又怎能抱愧地说我的妆奁就是贫穷。呵，我在我心的隐秘处拥抱着这一份自豪。

我坐在草地上凝望天空，梦想着你来临时顿然华丽辉煌——万彩交辉，车辇上金旗飞扬，在道旁众目睽睽之下，你从车座下降，把我从尘埃中扶起坐在你的旁边，这褴褛的丐女，含羞带喜，像蔓藤在夏日和风中摇颤。

但是时间流过了，还听不见你的车轮声。许多仪仗队伍都在光彩喧闹中走过了。你只要静默地站在他们背后吗？我只能哭泣着等待，在徒劳的渴盼中消磨着这颗心吗？

Where dost thou stand behind them all，my lover，hiding thyself in the shadows？They push thee and pass thee by on the dusty road，taking thee for naught. I wait here weary hours spreading my offerings for thee，while passers‐by come and take my fiowers，one by one，and my basket is nearly empty.

The morning time is past，and the noon. In the shade of evening my eyes are drowsy with sleep. Men going home glance at me and smile and fill me with shame. I sit like a beggar maid，drawing my skirt over my face，and when they ask me，what it is I want，I drop my eyes and answer them not.

Oh，how，indeed，could I tell them that for thee I wait，and that thou hast promised to come. How could I utter for shame that I keep for my dowry this poverty. Ah，I hug this pride in the secret of my heart.

I sit on the grass and gaze upon the sky and dream of the sudden splendour of thy coming‐all the lights ablaze，golden pennons fiying over thy car，and they at the roadside standing agape，when they see thee come down from thy seat to raise me from the dust，and set at thy side this ragged beggar girl a‐tremble with shame and pride，like a creeper in a summer breeze.

But time glides on and still no sound of the wheels of thy chariot. Many a procession passes by with noise and shouts and glamour of glory. Is it only thou who wouldst stand in the shadow silent and behind them all？ And only I who would wait and weep and wear out my heart in vain longing？

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在清晓的密语中，我们约定了同去泛舟，世界上没有一个人知道我们的远游，没有目标，没有尽头。

在无边的海洋上，在你静听的微笑中，我的歌唱旋律高昂，像海浪一般的自由，不受文字的束缚。

时间还没有到吗？你还有工作要做吗？看吧，暮色笼罩了海岸，微光中海鸟已群飞归巢。

谁知道什么时候可以解开链锁，这只船会像落日的余光，消融在黑夜之中呢？

Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat，only thou and I，and never a soul in the world would know of this our pilgrimage to no country and to no end.

In that shoreless ocean，at thy silently listening smile my songs would swell in melodies，free as waves，free from all bondage of words.

Is the time not come yet？Are there works still to do？Lo，the evening has come down upon the shore and in the fading light the seabirds come flying to their nests.

Who knows when the chains will be off，and the boat，like the last glimmer of sunset，vanish into the night？

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那天我没有准备好来等候你，我的国王，你就像一个素不相识的普通人，进入我的心里，在我生命的许多流逝的时光中，盖上了永恒的印章。

今天我偶然看见了你的签印，我发现它们和我遗忘了的日常哀乐的回忆，杂乱地散掷在尘埃里。

你不曾蔑视地避开我童年时代在尘土中的游戏，我在游戏室里所听见的足音，和在群星中的回响是相同的。

The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee；and entering my heart unbidden even as one of the common crowd，unknown to me，my king，thou didst press the signet of eternity upon many a fleeting moment of my life.

And today when by chance I light upon them and see thy signature，I find they have lain scattered in the dust mixed with the memory of joys and sorrows of my trivial days forgotten.

Thou didst not turn in contempt from my childish play among dust，and the steps that I heard in my playroom are the same that are echoing from star to star.

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阴晴无定，夏至雨来的时节，在路旁等候瞭望，是我的快乐。从不可知的天空带信来的使者们，向我致意后又向前赶路。我衷心欢畅，吹过的风带着清香。

从早到晚我坐在门前，我知道我一看见你，那快乐的时光便要突然来到。

这时我自歌自笑。这时空气里也弥漫着允诺的芳香。

This is my delight，thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.

Messengers，with tidings from unknown skies，greet me and speed along the road. My heart is glad within，and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.

From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door，and I know that of a sudden the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.

In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone. In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise.

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你没有听见他静悄的脚步吗？他正在走来，走来，一直不停地走来。

每一个时间，每一个年代，每日每夜，他总在走来，走来，一直不停地走来。

在许多不同的心情里，我唱过许多歌曲，但在这些歌调里，我总在宣告说：“他正在走来，走来，一直不停地走来。”

四月芬芳的晴天里，他从林径中走来，走来，一直不停地走来。

七月阴暗的雨夜中，他坐着隆隆的云辇，前来，前来，一直不停地前来。

愁绪相继之中，他的脚步踏在我的心上，他的双脚给我宝贵的接触，使我的快乐发出光辉。

Have you not heard his silent steps？He comes，comes，ever comes.

Every moment and every age，every day and every night he comes，comes，ever comes.

Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind，but all their notes have always proclaimed，“He comes，comes，ever comes. ”

In the fragrant days of sunny April through the forest path he comes，comes，ever comes.

In the rainy gloom of July nights on the thundering chariot of clouds he comes，comes，ever comes.

In sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press upon my heart，and it is the golden touch of his feet that makes my joy to shine.

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我不知道从何久远之时，你为了见我就不断地朝向我走近。

你的太阳和星辰永不能把你藏起，使我看不见你。

在许多清晨和傍晚，我曾听见你的足音，你的使者曾秘密地到我心里来召唤。

我不知道为什么今天我的生活激动不安，一种狂欢的感觉掠过我的心头。

这就像结束工作的时间已到，我感觉到空气中飘来的淡淡芳香。

I know not from what distant time thou art ever coming nearer to meet me. Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye.

In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard and thy messenger has come within my heart and called me in secret.

I know not only why today my life is all astir，and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing through my heart.

It is as if the time were come to wind up my work，and I feel in the air a faint smell of thy sweet presence.

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夜已将尽，等他又落了空。我怕在清晨我正在倦睡的时候，他忽然来到我的门前。呵，朋友们，给他开着门吧——不要拦阻他。

若是他的脚步声没有把我惊醒，请不要叫醒我。我不愿意小鸟嘈杂的合唱，和庆祝晨光的狂欢的风声，把我从睡梦中吵醒。即使我的主突然来到我的门前，也让我无扰地睡着。呵，我的睡眠，宝贵的睡眠，只等着他的触摸来化解。呵，我合着的眼，只在他微笑的光中才开睫，当他像梦从睡眠的黒暗中浮现一般地站在我面前。

让他作为最初的光明和形象，来呈现在我的眼前。让他瞥见我灵魂觉醒时最初喜悦的颤栗，最初的欢跃。让自我的回归立刻成为向他的皈依。

The night is nearly spent waiting for him in vain. I fear lest in the morning he suddenly come to my door when I have fallen asleep wearied out.

Oh friends，leave the way open to him‐forbid him not.

If the sounds of his steps does not wake me，do not try to rouse me，I pray. I wish not to be called from my sleep by the clamorous choir of birds，by the riot of wind at the festival of morning light. Let me sleep undisturbed even if my lord comes of a sudden to my door.

Ah，my sleep，precious sleep，which only waits for his touch to vanish. Ah，my closed eyes that would open their lids only to the light of his smile when he stands before me like a dream emerging from darkness of sleep.

Let him appear before my sight as the first of all lights and all forms. The first thrill of joy to my awakened soul let it come from his glance. And let my return to myself be immediate return to him.

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清晨的静海，漾起鸟语的微波；路旁的繁花，争妍斗艳；在我们匆忙赶路无心理睬的时候，云隙中散射出灿烂的金光。

我们不唱欢歌，也不嬉游；我们也不到村集上去交易；我们一语不发，也不微笑；我们不在路上留连。时间流逝，我们也加速了脚步。

太阳升到中天，鸽子在凉阴中叫唤。枯叶在正午的炎风中飞舞。牧童在榕树下做他的倦梦，我在水边卧下，在草地上展布我困乏的四肢。

我的同伴们嘲笑我；他们昂首疾走；他们不回顾也不休息；他们消失在远远的碧霭之中。他们穿过许多山林，经过陌生遥远的地方。长途上的英雄队伍呵，光荣是属于你们的！讥笑和责备鞭策我起立，但我却没有反应。我甘心堕落在乐受耻辱的深渊中——在模糊的快乐阴影之中。

阳光织成的绿荫的幽静，慢慢地笼罩着我的心。我忘记了旅行的目的，我毫无抵抗地把我的心灵交给阴影与歌曲的迷宫。

最后，我从沉睡中睁开眼，我看见你站在我身旁，我的睡眠沐浴在你的微笑之中。

我从前是如何地惧怕，怕这道路的遥远困难，到你面前的努力是多么艰苦呵！

The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs；and the flowers were all merry by the roadside；and the wealth of gold was scattered through the rift of the clouds while we busily went on our way and paid no heed.

We sang no glad songs nor played；we went not to the village for barter；we spoke not a word nor smiled；we lingered not on the way. We quickened our pave more and more as the time sped by.

The sun rose to the mid sky and doves cooed in the shade. Withered leaves danced and whirled in the hot air of noon. The shepherd boy drowsed and dreamed in the shadow of the banyan tree，and I laid myself down by the water and stretched my tired limbs on the grass.

My companions laughed at me in scorn；they held their heads high and hurried on；they never looked back nor rested；they vanished in the distant blue haze. They crossed many meadows and hills，and passed through strange，far‐away countries. All honour to you，heroic host of the interminable path！Mockery and reproach pricked me to rise，but found no response in me. I gave myself up for losing in the depth of a glad humiliation‐in the shadow of a dim delight.

The repose of the sun‐embroidered green gloom slowly spread over my heart. I forgot for what I had travelled，and I surrendered my mind without struggle to the maze of shadows and songs.

At last，when I woke from my slumber and opened my eyes，I saw thee standing by me，fiooding my sleep with thy smile. How I had feared that the path was long and wearisome，and the struggle to reach thee was hard！

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你从宝座上下来，站在我草舍门前。

我正在屋角独唱，歌声被你听到了。你下来站在我草舍门前。在你的广厅里大师济济，一天到晚歌声不断。但是这新手质朴的唱歌，却得到了你的赏识。一支忧郁的小调，和世界的伟大音乐融合了，你还带了花朵作为奖赏，下了宝座停留在我的草舍门前。

You came down from your throne and stood at my cottage door.

I was singing all alone in a corner，and the melody caught your ear. You came down and stood at my cottage door.

Masters are many in your hall，and songs are sung there at all hours. But the simple carol of this novice struck at your love. One plaintive little strain mingled with the great music of the world，and with a fiower for a prize you came down and stopped at my cottage door.

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我在村路上沿门求乞，你的金辇像一个华丽的梦从远处出现，我不知道谁是这王中之王！

我的希望飞得很高，我觉得我苦难的日子将要告终，我站着等候你主动的施与，等待那散掷在尘埃里的财宝。车辇在我站立的地方停住了。你看到我，微笑着下车。我觉得我的好运终于来了。

忽然你伸出右手说：“你有什么给我呢？”

呵，这开的是一个天大的玩笑，向一个乞丐伸手求乞！我糊涂了，犹疑地站着，然后从我的口袋里慢慢地拿出一粒最小的玉米献上给你。但是我大吃一惊，当我在晚上把口袋倒在地上的时候，我发现在乞讨来的残羹冷炙之中，我发现了一粒金子。我痛哭了，恨我没有慷慨地将我所有都献给你。

I had gone a‐begging from door to door in the village path，when thy golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream and I wondered who was this King of all kings！

My hopes rose high and I thought my evil days were at an end，and I stood waiting for alms to be given unasked and for wealth scattered on all sides in the dust.

The chariot stopped where I stood. Thy glance fell on me and thou camest down with a smile. I felt that the luck of my life had come at last.

Then of a sudden thou didst hold out thy right hand and say“What hast thou to give to me？”

Ah，what a kingly jest was it to open thy palm to a beggar to beg！I was confused and stood undecided，and then from my wallet I slowly took out the least little grain of corn and gave it to thee.

But how great my surprise when at the day’s end I emptied my bag on the fioor to find a least little gram of gold among the poor heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had had the heart to give thee my all.

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夜深了。我们一天的工作都已做完。我们以为投宿的客人都已来到，村里家家都已闭户了。只有几个人说，国王是要来的。我们笑了说：“不会的，这是不可能的事！”

仿佛门上有敲叩的声音。我们说那不过是风。我们熄灯就寝。只有几个人说：“这是使者！”我们笑了说：“不是，这一定是风！”

在死沉沉的夜里传来一个声音。朦胧中我们以为是远远的雷响。墙摇地动，我们在睡眠里受了惊扰。只有几个人说：“这是车轮的声音。”我们昏困地嘟哝着说：“不是，这一定是雷响！”

鼓声响起的时候天还没亮。有声音喊着说：“醒来罢！别耽误了！”我们拿手按住心口，吓得发抖。只有几个人说：“看哪，这是国王的旗子！”我们爬起来站着叫：“没有时间再耽误了！”

国王已经来了——但是灯火在哪里呢，花环在哪里呢？给他预备的宝座在哪里呢？呵，丢脸，呵，太丢脸了！客厅在哪里，陈设又在哪里呢？有几个人说了：“叫也无用了！用空手来迎接他吧，带他到你的空房里去吧！”

开起门来，吹起法螺吧！在深夜中国王降临到我黑暗凄凉的房子里了。空中雷声怒吼。黑暗和闪电一同颤抖。拿出你的破席铺在院子里吧。我们的国王在可怖之夜与暴风雨一同突然来到了。

The night darkened. Our day’s works had been done. We thought that the last guest had arrived for the night and the doors in the village were all shut.Only some said the king was to come. We laughed and said，“No，it cannot be！”

It seemed there were knocks at the door and we said it was nothing but the wind. We put out the lamps and lay down to sleep. Only some said，“It is the messenger！”We laughed and said“No，it must be the wind！”

There came a sound in the dead of the night. We sleepily thought it was the distant thunder. The earth shook，the walls rocked，and it troubled us in our sleep. Only some said it was the sound of wheels. We said in a drowsy murmur，“No，it must be the rumbling of clouds！”

The night was still dark when the drum sounded. The voice came“Wake up！delay not！”We pressed our hands on our hearts and shuddered with fear. Some said，“Lo，there is the king’s flag！”We stood up on our feet and cried，“There is no time for delay！”

The king has come‐but where are lights，where are wreaths？Where is the throne to seat him？Oh，shame！Oh utter shame！Where is the hall，the decorations？Someone has said，“Vain is this cry！Greet him with empty hands，lead him into thy rooms all bare！”

Open the doors，let the conch‐shells be sounded！ln the depth of the night has come the king of our dark，dreary house. The thunder roars in the sky. The darkness shudders with lightning. Bring out thy tattered piece of mat and spread it in the courtyard. With the storm has come of a sudden our king of the fearful night.

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我想我应当向你请求——可是我又不敢——你那挂在颈上的玫瑰花环。这样我等到早上，想在你离开的时候，从你床上找到些碎片。我像乞丐一样破晓就来寻找，只为着一两片散落的花瓣。

呵，我呵，我找到了什么呢？你留下了什么爱的信物呢？那不是花朵，不是香料，也不是一瓶香水。那是你的一把巨剑，火焰般发光，雷霆般沉重。清晨的微光从窗外射到床上。晨鸟叽叽喳喳着问：“女人，你得到了什么呢？”不，这不是花朵，不是香料，也不是一瓶香水——这是你的可畏的宝剑。

我坐着猜想，你这是什么礼物呢。我没有地方去藏放它。我不好意思佩带它；我是这样的柔弱，当我抱它在怀里的时候，它就把我压痛了。但是我要把这光荣铭记在心，你的礼物，这痛苦的负担。

从今起在这世界上我将没有畏惧，在我的一切奋斗中你将得到胜利。你留下死亡和我作伴，我将以我的生命给他加冕。我带着你的宝剑来斩断我的羁绊，在世界上我将没有畏惧。

从今起我要抛弃一切琐碎的装饰。我心灵的主，我不再在角落里等待哭泣，也不再畏怯娇羞。你已把你的宝剑给我佩带。我不再要玩偶的装饰品了！

I thought I should ask of thee‐but I dared not‐the rose wreath thou hadst on thy neck. Thus I waited for the morning，when thou didst depart，to find a few fragments on the bed. And like a beggar I searched in the dawn only for a stray petal or two.

Ah me，what is it I find？What token left of thy love？It is no fiower，no spices，no vase of perfumed water. It is thy mighty sword，flashing as a fiame，heavy as a bolt of thunder. The young light of morning comes through the window and spread itself upon thy bed. The morning bird twitters and asks，“Woman，what hast thou got？”No，it is no fiower，nor spices，nor vase of perfumed water‐it is thy dreadful sword.

I sit and muse in wonder，what gift is this of thine. I can find no place to hide it. I am ashamed to wear it，frail as I am，and it hurts me when press it to my bosom. Yet shall I bear in my heart this honour of the burden of pain，this gift of thine.

From now there shall be no fear left for me in this world，and thou shalt be victorious in all my strife. Thou hast left death for my companion and I shall crown him with my life. Thy sword is with me to cut asunder my bonds，and there shall be no fear left for me in the world.

From now I leave off all petty decorations. Lord of my heart，no more shall there be for me waiting and weeping in corners，no more coyness and sweetness of demeanour. Thou hast given me thy sword for adornment. No more doll’s decorations for me！

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你的手镯真是美丽，镶着星辰，精巧地嵌着五光十色的珠宝。但是依我看来你的宝剑是更美的，那弯弯的闪光像毗湿奴的神鸟展开的翅翼，完美地平悬在落日怒发的红光里。

它颤抖着像生命受死亡的最后一击时，在痛苦的昏迷中的最后反应；它炫耀着像将烬的世情的纯焰，最后猛烈的一闪。

你的手镯真是美丽，镶着星辰般的珠宝；但是你的宝剑，呵，雷霆的主，是铸得绝顶美丽，看到想到都是可畏的。

Beautiful is thy wristlet，decked with stars and cunningly wrought in myriad‐coloured jewels. But more beautiful to me thy sword with its curve of lightning like the outspread wings of the divine bird of Vishnu，perfectly poised in the angry red light of the sunset.

It quivers like the one last response of life in ecstasy of pain at the final stroke of death；it shines like the pure fiame of being burning up earthly sense with one fierce fiash.

Beautiful is thy wristlet，decked with starry gems；but thy sword，O lord of thunder，is wrought with uttermost beauty，terrible to behold or think of.

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我不向你求什么；我不向你耳中陈述我的名字。当你离开的时候我静默地站着。我独立在树影横斜的井旁，女人们已顶着褐色的瓦罐盛满了水回家了。她们叫我说：“和我们一块来吧，都快到了中午了。”但我仍在慵倦地留连，沉入恍惚的默想之中。

你走来时我没有听到你的足音。你含愁的眼望着我；你低语的时候声音是倦乏的——“呵，我是一个干渴的旅客。”我从幻梦中惊起，把我罐里的水倒在你掬着的手掌里。树叶在头上沙沙地响着，杜鹃在幽暗处歌唱，曲径传来胶树的花香。

当你问到我的名字的时候，我羞得悄立无言。真的，我替你做了什么，值得你的忆念？但是我幸能给你饮水止渴的这段回忆，将温馨地贴抱在我的心上。天已不早，鸟儿唱着倦歌，楝树叶子在头上沙沙作响，我坐着反复地想了又想。

I asked nothing from thee；I uttered not my name to thine ear. When thou took’s tthy leave I stood silent. I was alone by the well where the shadow of the tree fell aslant，and the women had gone home with their brown earthen pitchers full to the brim. They called me and shouted，“Come with us，the morning is wearing on to noon. ”But I languidly lingered awhile lost in the midst of vague musings.

I heard not thy steps as thou camest. Thine eyes were sad when they fell on me；thy voice was tired as thou spokest low—“Ah，I am a thirsty traveller. ”I started up from my day‐dreams and poured water from my jar on thy joined palms. The leaves rustled overhead；the cuckoo sang from the unseen dark，and perfume of babla fiowers came from the bend of the road.

I stood speechless with shame when my name thou didst ask. Indeed，what had I done for thee to keep me in remembrance？But the memory that I could give water to thee to allay thy thirst will cling to my heart and enfold it in sweetness. The morning hour is late，the bird sings in weary notes，neem leaves rustle overhead and I sit and think and think.

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乏倦压在你的心上，你眼中尚有睡意。

你没有得到消息说荆棘丛中花朵正在盛开吗？醒来吧，呵，醒来！不要让光阴虚度了！

在石径的尽头，在幽静无人的田野里，我的朋友在独坐着。不要欺骗他罢。醒来，呵，醒来罢！

即使正午的骄阳使天空喘息摇颤——即使灼热的沙地展布开它干渴的巾衣——

在你心的深处难道没有快乐吗？你的每一个足音，不会使道路的琴弦迸出痛苦的柔音吗？

Languor is upon your heart and the slumber is still on your eyes.

Has not the word come to you that the flower is reigning in splendour among thorns？Wake，oh awaken！let not the time pass in vain！

At the end of the stony path，in the country of virgin solitude，my friend is sitting all alone. Deceive him not. Wake，oh awaken！

What if the sky pants and trembles with the heat of the midday sun‐what if the burning sand spreads its mantle of thirst‐

Is there no joy in the deep of your heart？At every footfall of yours，will not the harp of the road break out in sweet music of pain？

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只因你的快乐是这样地充满了我的心。只因你曾这样地俯就我。呵，你这诸天之王，假如没有我，你还爱谁呢？

你使我做了你这一切财富的共享者。在我心里你的欢乐不住地遨游。在我生命中你的意志永远实现。

因此，你这万王之王曾把自己修饰了来赢取我的心。因此你的爱也消融在你情人的爱里，在那里，你又以我俩完全合一的形象显现。

Thus it is that thy joy in me is so full. Thus it is that thou hast come down to me. O thou lord of all heavens，where would be thy love if I were not？

Thou hast taken me as thy partner of all this wealth. In my heart is the endless play of thy delight. In my life thy will is ever taking shape.

And for this，thou who art the King of kings hast decked thyself in beauty to captivate my heart. And for this thy love loses itself in the love of thy lover，and there art thou seen in the perfect union of two.

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光明，我的光明，充满世界的光明，吻着眼目的光明，甜沁心腑的光明！

呵，我的宝贝，光明在我生命的一角跳舞；我的宝贝，光明在勾拨我爱的心弦；天开了，大风狂奔，笑声响彻大地。

蝴蝶在光明海上展开翅帆。百合与茉莉在光波的浪花上翻涌。我的宝贝，光明在每朵云彩上散映成金，它洒下无量的珠宝。

我的宝贝，快乐在树叶间伸展，欢喜无边。天河的堤岸淹没了，欢乐的洪水在四散奔流。

Light，my light，the world‐filling light，the eye‐kissing light，heart‐sweetening light！

Ah，the light dances，my darling，at the centre of my life；the light strikes，my darling，the chords of my love；the sky opens，the wind runs wild，laughter passes over the earth.

The butterfiies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.

The light is shattered into gold on every cloud，my darling，and it scatters gems in profusion.

Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf，my darling，and gladness without measure. The heaven’s river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad.

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让一切欢乐的歌调都融和在我最后的歌中——那使大地草海欢呼摇动的快乐，那使生和死两个孪生弟兄，在广大的世界上跳舞的快乐，那和暴风雨一同卷来，用笑声震撼惊醒一切的生命的快乐，那含泪默坐在盛开的痛苦的红莲上的快乐，那不知所谓，把一切所有抛掷于尘埃中的快乐。

Let all the strains of joy mingle in my last song‐he joy that makes the earth fiow over in the riotous excess of the grass，the joy that sets the twin brothers，life and death，dancing over the wide world，the joy that sweeps in with the tempest，shaking and waking all life with laughter，the joy that sits still with its tears on the open red lotus of pain，and the joy that throws everything it has upon the dust，and knows not a word.

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是的，我知道，这只是你的爱，呵，我心爱的人——这在树叶上跳舞的金光，这些驶过天空的闲云，这在我头额掠过使我感到清爽的凉风。清风的光辉涌进我的眼睛——这是你传给我心的消息。你俯下脸，你俯视着我，我的心触到了你的双足。

Yes，I know，this is nothing but thy love，O beloved of my heart‐this golden light that dances upon the leaves，these idle clouds sailing across the sky，this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.

The morning light has fiooded my eyes‐this is thy message to my heart.

Thy face is bent from above，thy eyes look down on my eyes，and my heart has touched thy feet.

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孩子们在无边世界的海滨相聚。头上是静止的无垠的天空，无休止的海波奔腾喧闹。在无边的世界的海滨，孩子们相聚着、欢呼着、跳跃着。他们用沙子盖起房屋，用空贝壳来游戏。他们把枯叶编成小船，微笑着让它们飘浮在深海上。孩子在大千世界的海滨做着游戏。

他们不会游泳，他们也不会撒网。采珠的人潜水寻珠，商人们奔波航行，孩子们拾起了鹅卵石却又把它们丢弃了。他们不寻找宝藏，他们也不会撒网。

大海涌起了喧笑，海岸闪烁着苍白的微笑。凶险波涛，像一个母亲在摇着婴儿的抓篮一样，对孩子们唱着无意义的谣歌。大海在同孩子们游戏，海岸闪烁着苍白的微笑。

孩子们在大千的世界的海滨相聚。风暴在无路的天空中怒吼，船只在无踪的水里崩解，死亡在猖狂，孩子们却在游戏。在大千世界的海滨，孩子们盛大地聚会着。

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.

They build their houses with sand and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly fioat them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They know not how to swim，they know not how to cast nets. Pearl fishers dive for pearls，merchants sail in their ships，while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. they seek not for hidden treasures，they know not how to cast nets.

The sea surges up with laughter and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.Death‐dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children，even like a mother while rocking her baby’s cradle. The sea plays with children，and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky，ships get wrecked in the trackless water，death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.

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这掠过婴儿眼上的睡眠——有谁知道它是从哪里来的呢？是的，有谣传说它住在林荫中，萤火朦胧照着的仙村里，那里挂着两颗甜柔迷人的花蕊。它从那里来吻着婴儿的眼睛。

在婴儿睡梦中唇上闪现的微笑——有谁知道它是从哪里生出来的吗？是的，有谣传说一线新月的微笑，触到了消散的秋云的边缘，微笑就在被朝雾洗净的晨梦中，第一次生出来了——这就是那婴儿睡梦中唇上闪现的微笑。

在婴儿的四肢上，花朵般地喷发的甜柔清新的生气，有谁知道它是在哪里藏了这么久吗？是的，当母亲还是一个少女，它就在温柔安静的爱的神秘中，充塞在她的心里了——这就是那婴儿四肢上喷发的甜柔新鲜的生气。

The sleep that fiits on baby’s eyes‐does anybody know from where it comes？Yes，there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where，in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with glow‐worms，there hang two timid buds of enchantment. From there it comes to kiss baby’s eyes.

The smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he sleeps‐does anybody know where it was born？Yes，there is a rumour that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud，and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew‐washed morning‐the smile that fiickers on baby’s lips when he sleeps.

The sweet，soft freshness that blooms on baby’s limbs‐does anybody know where it was hidden so long？Yes，when the mother was a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent mystery of love‐the sweet，soft freshness that has bloomed on baby’s limbs.

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当我送你彩色玩具的时候，我的孩子，我了解为什么云中水上会幻弄出光怪陆离，为什么花朵都柒成了缤纷色彩——当我送你彩色玩具的时候，我的孩子。

当我唱歌使你跳舞的时候，我彻底地知道为什么树叶上响出音乐，为什么波浪把它们的合唱送进静听的大地的心头——当我唱歌使你跳舞的时候。

当我把糖果递到你贪婪的手中的时候，我懂得为什么花心里有蜜，为什么水果里隐藏着甜汁——当我把糖果递到你贪婪的手中的时候。当我吻你的脸使你微笑的时候，我的宝贝，我的确了解晨光从天空流下时，是怎样的喜悦，暑天的凉风吹到我身上的是怎样的愉快——当我吻你的脸使你微笑的时候。

When I bring to you coloured toys，my child，I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds，on water，and why fiowers are painted in tints‐when I give coloured toys to you，my child.

When I sing to make you dance I truly now why there is music in leaves，and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth‐when I sing to make you dance.

When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands I know why there is honey in the cup of the fiowers and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice‐when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands.

When I kiss your face to make you smile，my darling，I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light，and what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my body‐when I kiss you to make you smile.

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你让不相识的朋友认识了我。你在别人家里给我准备了座位。你将遥远化为比邻，你把生人变成弟兄。

在我必须离开故居的时候，我心中不安；我忘了是旧人迁入新居，而且你也住在那里。

通过生和死，今生或来世，无论你带领我到哪里，都是你，仍是你，我的无穷生命中的唯一伴侣，永远用欢乐的链条，把我的心和陌生的人联系在一起。

谁一旦认识了你，谁在世上就没有陌生的人，也没有了紧闭的门户。呵，请接受我的祈求，使我与众生交游之际，永不失去和你单独接触的福祉。

Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger.

I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter；I forget that there abides the old in the new，and that there also thou abidest.

Through birth and death，in this world or in others，wherever thou leadest me it is thou，the same，the one companion of my endless life who ever linkest my heart with bonds of joy to the unfamiliar.

When one knows thee，then alien there is none，then no door is shut.

Oh，grant me my prayer that I may never lose the bliss of the touch of the one in the play of many.

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在荒凉的河岸上，深草丛中，我问她：“姑娘，你用披纱遮着灯，要到哪里去呢？我的房子黑暗寂寞——把你的灯借给我吧！”她抬起乌黑的眼睛，从暮色中看了我一会。“我到河边来，”她说，“要在太阳西下的时候，把我的灯飘浮到水上去。”我独立在深草中看着她的灯的微弱的火光，无用地在潮中飘流。

在薄暮的寂静中，我问她：“你的灯火都已点上了——那么你拿着这灯到哪里去呢？我的房子黑暗寂寞——把你的灯借给我吧。”她抬起乌黑的眼睛望着我的脸，站着沉吟了一会。最后她说：“我来是要把我的灯献给上天。”我站着看她的灯光在天空中无用的燃点着。

在无月的夜半朦胧之中，我问她：“姑娘，你作什么把灯抱在心前呢？我的房子黑暗寂寞——把你的灯借给我吧。”她站住沉思了一会，在黑暗中注视着我的脸。她说：“我是带着我的灯，来参加灯节的。”我站着看着她的灯，无用地消失在众光之中。

On the slope of the desolate river among tall grasses I asked her，“Maiden，where do you go shading your lamp with your mantle？My house is all dark and lonesome‐lend me your light！”she raised her dark eyes for a moment and looked at my face through the dusk.“I have come to the river，”she said，“to fioat my lamp on the stream when the daylight wanes in the west. ”I stood alone among tall grasses and watched the timid fiame of her lamp uselessly drifting in the tide.