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.
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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。
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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It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.
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The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who
shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
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If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
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跳舞着的流水呀,在你途中的泥沙,要求你的歌声,你的流动呢。你肯挟
瘸足的泥沙而俱下么?
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing
water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
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Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
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Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among
the silent trees.
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潺(氵爰)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。”
“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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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。
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes
love to you.
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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。
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
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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.
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这些微(风思),是树叶的簌簌之声呀;它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their
whisper of joy in my mind.
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What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
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让我只是静听着吧。
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
Let me but listen.
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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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That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
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“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。”
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms,
but who are you so silent?"
I am a mere flower.
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休息与工作的关系,正如眼睑与眼睛的关系。
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
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Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
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