隔着树篱，我们的视线相遇了。我想，我有一些话要对她说，而她却走开了。我要对她讲的话，像一叶扁舟日日夜夜随时间的浪潮而颠簸起伏。我要对她讲的话，仿佛秋天的行云，无止无息地四处追寻，又仿佛变成了黄昏时盛开的花儿，在落霞间寻找它已失去的时光。我要对她讲的话，像萤火虫似的在我的心里熠熠闪光，在绝望的黄昏，探求它的深意。
I thought I had something to say to her when our eyes met
across the hedge. But she passed away. And it rocks day and night,
like a boat, on every wave of the hours, the word that I had to say
to her. It seems to sail in the autumn clouds on an end- less quest
and to bloom into evening flowers, seeking its lost moment in the
sunset. It twinkles like fireflies in my heart, to find its meaning
in the dusk of despair, the word that I had to say to her.
2
如果我占有了天空和满天的繁星，如果我占有了世界和它无量的财富，我仍有更多的要求。但是，只要我有了她，即使在这个世界上我只有一块立锥之地，我也会心满意足。
I would ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its
stars, and the world with its endless riches ; but I would be
content with the smallest corner of this earth if only she were
mine. I would ask for still more, if I had the sky with all its
stars, and the world with its endless riches ; but I would be
content with the smallest corner of this earth if only she were
mine.
3
我不记得我的母亲，
只在我游戏中间
有时似乎有一段歌调在我玩具上回旋，
是她在晃动我的摇篮时候所哼的那些歌调。
我不记得我的母亲，
但是当初秋的早晨
合欢花香在空气中浮动，
庙里晨祷的馨香向我吹来像母亲一样的气息。
我不记得我的母亲，
只当我从卧室的窗里外望悠远的蓝天，
我觉得我母亲凝注在我脸上的眼光
布满了整个天空。
I cannot remember my mother,
Only sometime in the midst of my play
a tune seems to hover my playthings,
the tune of some song that she used to hum while rocking my
cradle.
I cannot remember my mother,
but when in the early autumn morning
the smell of the shiuli flowers floats in the air,
the scent of the morning service in the temple comes to me as
the scent of my mother.
I cannot remember my mother,
Only when from my bedroom window I send my eyes into the blue
of the distant sky,
I feel that the stillness of my mother''s gaze on my face has
spread all over the sky.
4
我醒来了，发现他的与清晨一同到来的信。
我不知道信里写些什么，因为我看不懂。
让聪明人独自去读他的书吧，我不会打扰他，因为，谁知道他能否读出信里说些什么。
让我把它擎在前额，让我把它贴在心上。
当夜深人静，繁星一个个出现时，我要把它展放膝头，默默静坐。
沙沙的林叶会为我大声朗读它，潺潺的河水会为我吟诵它，七颗智慧星也会在空中为我歌唱它。
我得不到我所寻觅的，我不理解我将学到的；可这封未读的信，却减轻了我的负担，将我的思想化成了歌曲。
I woke and found his letter with the morning.
I do not know what it says, for I cannot read.
I shall leave the wise man alone with his books, I shall not
trouble him, for who knows if he can read what the letter says.
Let me hold it to my forehead and press it to my heart.
When the night grows still and stars come out one by one I
will spread it on my lap and stay silent.
The rustling leaves will read it aloud to me, the rushing
stream will chant it, and the seven wise stars will sing it to me
from the sky.
I cannot find what I seek, I cannot understand what I would
learn; but this unread letter has lightened my burdens and turned
my thoughts into songs.
5
我们的爱情不仅仅是儿戏，我爱。
风雨喧嚣的夜一次次袭击了我，吹灭我的灯光；暧昧的疑虑聚拢来，遮蔽了我满天的繁星。
河堤一次次崩塌，让洪水席卷了我的庄稼，悲伤与绝望撕裂了我的蓝天。
因此我知道，你的爱情里有痛苦的打击，却没有死亡无情的冷漠。
This is no mere dallying of love between us, my lover.
Again and again have swooped down upon me the screaming nights
of storm, blowing out my lamp: dark doubts have gathered, blotting
out all stars from my sky.
Again and again the banks have burst, letting the flood sweep
away my harvest, and wailing and despair have rent my sky from end
to end.
This have I learnt that there are blows of pain in your love,
never the cold apathy of death.
6
欢乐从全世界涌来，塑造了我的躯体。
天空的阳光将她吻了又吻，直到她惊醒。
匆匆赶来的夏日的花朵在她的呼吸里注入芬芳的气息，她的行动里有着风和水的韵律。
云霞和森林绚丽多彩的激情潮水般注入她的生命，大地万物的音乐的爱抚凝成她的手和足。
她是我的新娘——她在我的房里点亮了她的灯。
The joy ran from all the world to build my body.
The lights of the skies kissed and kissed her till she
woke.
Flowers of hurrying summers sighed in her breath and voices of
winds and water sang in her movements.
The passion of the tide of colours in clouds and in forests
flowed into her life, and the music of all things caressed her
limbs into shape.
She is my bride,--she has lighted her lamp in my house.
7
终有一天，我会遇到我内心的生命，遇到隐藏在生命中的欢愉，尽管时光用它慵散的灰尘蒙住了我的道路。
我曾在黎明闪烁的晨光中结识了它，它的阵阵微风吹拂着我，使我的思绪泌出片刻芳香。
终有一天，我会遇到那留在光明的屏风后的无我的外部欢愉——我要站在漫漫无尽的幽寂中，那里，世间万物团聚在造物者的身边。
I will meet one day the Life within me, the joy that hides in
my life, though the days perplex my path with their idle dust.
I have known it in glimpses, and its fitful breath has come
upon me, making my thoughts fragrant for a while.
I will meet one day the Joy without me that dwells behind the
screen of light--and will stand in the overflowing solitude where
all things are seen as by their creator.
8
你在天上举起你的灯，它将光明洒在我的脸上，它的阴影却笼罩了你。
我在心里举起爱之灯，它的光明落在你的身上，我却被抛闪在阴影背后。
When you hold your lamp in the sky it throws its light on my
face and its shadow falls over you.
When I hold the lamp of love in my heart its light falls on
you and I am left standing behind in the shadow.
9
细雨席卷了苍穹，素馨花在湿淋淋的狂醉的风中畅饮着自己的浓郁芳香。
不可名状的喜悦荡漾在深沉的夜的胸膛，它是蒙着面纱，藏起繁星的碧空的喜悦，它是回响着鸟鸣余音的深夜密林的喜悦。
让喜悦溢满我的心，让我把它悄悄地带到白天吧。
The rains sweep the sky from end to end.
In the wild wet wind the jasmines revel in their own
perfume.
There is a secret joy in the bosom of the night, it is the joy
of the veiled sky in its hidden stars, the joy of the midnight
forest in its hoarded bird songs.
Let me fill my heart with it and carry it in secret through
the day.
10
我和你相逢在黑夜汇合于白昼的海边；在那里，光明惊退黑暗，化作黎明；在那里， 波涛将此岸的吻传送到彼岸。
从无边无底的蔚蓝深处，喷射出金灿灿的光线，传来一声召唤，穿过迷蒙的泪雾，我专注地凝望着你的脸，却不敢肯定是不是看见了你。
I have met thee where the night touches the edge of the
day;where the light startles the darkness into dawn,and the waves
carry the kiss of the one shore to the other.From the heart of the
fathomless blue comes one golden call,and across the dusk of tears
I try to gaze thy face and know not for certain if thou are
seen.
11
今天清晨，我的心灵之窗，那朝向你的心灵的窗口，突然打开了。
我惊诧地看到，我的名字，你经常呼唤的名字，写在四月的嫩叶与百花上，我默默地静坐着。
刹那间，隔在你我歌曲中间的帘幕随风飘去了。
我发现，你的晨曦里弥漫着我无法表达的、唱不出来的歌儿；我想，我应该在你的脚边学会它。我默默地静坐着。
SUDDENLY the window of my heart flew open this morning, the
window that looks out on your heart.
I wondered to see that the name by which you know me is
written in April leaves and flowers, and I sat silent.
The curtain was blown away for a moment between my songs and
yours.
I found that your morning light was full of my own mute songs
unsung; I thought that I would learn them at your feet--and I sat
silent.
12
每日里，我沿着同一条老路来来去去，送水果到市场，赶牛群去牧场，划渡船过小河，条条道路对我是那么熟悉。
I TRAVELLED the old road every day, I took my fruits to the
market, my cattle to the meadows, I ferried my boat across the
stream and all the ways were well known to me.
One morning my basket was heavy with wares. Men were busy in
the fields, the pastures crowded with cattle ; the breast of earth
heaved with the mirth of ripening rice.
Suddenly there was a tremor in the air, and the sky seemed to
kiss me on my forehead. My mind started up like the morning out of
mist.
I forgot to follow the track. I stepped a few paces from the
path, and my familiar world appeared strange to me, like a flower I
had only known in bud.
My everyday wisdom was ashamed. I went astray in the fairyland
of things. It was the best luck of my life that I lost my path that
morning, and found my eternal childhood.
……
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