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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 methought 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 floor 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.

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，我在猜想这位万王之王是谁！

我的希望高升，我觉得我苦难的日子将要告终，我站着等候你自动的施与，等候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。我觉得我的运气到底来了。忽然你伸出右手来说：“你有什么给我呢？”

呵，这开的是什么样的帝王的玩笑，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。

但是我一惊不小，当我在晚上把口袋倒在地上的时候，在我乞讨来的粗劣东西之中，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。.

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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! in 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.

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！”

国王已经来到――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！用空手来迎接他罢，带他到你的空房里去罢！”

开起门来，吹起法螺罢！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罢。我们的国王在可怖之夜与暴风雨一同突然来到了。.

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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 flower, no spices, no vase of perfumed water. It is thy mighty sword, flashing as a flame, 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 flower, 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!

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？你留下了什么爱的表记呢？那不是花朵，不是香料，也不是一瓶香水。那是你的一把巨剑，火焰般放光，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。但是我要把这光宠铭记在心，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勒，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，我不再在一隅等待哭泣，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！.

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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 flame of being burning up earthly sense with one fierce flash.

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.

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。.

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I asked nothing from thee; I uttered not my name to thine ear. When thou took’st thy 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 flowers 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.

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边，女人们已顶着褐色的瓦罐盛满了水回家了。她们叫我说：“和我们一块来罢，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。

树叶在头上萧萧地响着，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。.

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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?

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？醒来罢，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？.

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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.

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。.

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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 butterflies 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.

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..

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Let all the strains of joy mingle in my last song---the joy that makes the earth flow 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.

让一切欢乐的歌调都融合在我最后的歌中――那使大地草海欢呼摇动的快乐，那使生和死两个孪生兄弟，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，那含泪默坐在痛苦的红莲上的快乐，那不知所措，把一切所有抛掷于尘埃中的快乐。.

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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 flooded 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.

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，这使我头额清爽的吹过的凉风。

清风的光辉涌进我的眼睛――这是你传给我心的消息。你的脸容下俯，你的眼睛下望着我的眼睛，我的心接触到了你的双足.

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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 float 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.

孩子们在无边的世界的海滨聚会。头上是静止的无垠的天空，不宁的海波奔腾喧闹。在无边的世界的海滨，孩子们欢呼跳跃地聚会着。

他们用沙子盖起房屋，用宝贝壳来游戏。他们把枯叶编成小船，微笑着把它们飘浮在深远的海上。孩子在世界的海滨做着游戏。

他们不会凫水，他们也不会撒网。采珠的人潜水寻珠，商人们奔波航行，孩子们收集了石子却又把它们丢弃了。他们不搜求宝藏，他们也不会撒网。

大海涌起了喧笑，海岸闪烁着苍白的微笑。致人死命的波涛，像一个母亲在摇着婴儿的摇篮一样，对孩子们唱着无意义的歌谣。大海在同孩子们游戏，海岸闪烁着苍白的微笑。

孩子们在无边的世界的海滨聚会。风暴在无路的天空中飘游，船舶在无轨的海上破碎，死亡在猖狂，孩子们却在游戏。在无边的世界的海滨，孩子们盛大地聚会着。.

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The sleep that flits 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 flickers 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.

这掠过婴儿眼上的睡眠――有谁知道它是从哪里来的吗？是的，有谣传说它住在林阴中，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，花朵般喷发的甜柔清新的生气，有谁知道它是在哪里藏了这么许久吗？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。.

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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 flowers 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 flowers 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.

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这许多颜色，为什么花朵都用颜色染起――当我送你彩色玩具的时候，我的孩子。

当我歌唱使你跳舞的时候，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――当我歌唱使你跳舞的时候。

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，是怎样的高兴，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。.

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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.

你使不相识的朋友认识了我。你在别人家里给我准备了座位。你缩短了距离，你把生人变成兄弟。

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

通过生与死，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，永远用欢乐的系练，把我的心和陌生的人联系在一起。

人一认识了你，世上就没有陌生的人，也没有了紧闭的门户。呵，请允许我的祈求，使我在与众生游戏之中，永不失去和你单独接触的福祉。.

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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 float my lamp on the stream when the daylight wanes in the west.’ I stood alone among tall grasses and watched the timid flame of her lamp uselessly drifting in the tide.

In the silence of gathering night I asked her, ‘Maiden, your lights are all lit---then where do you go with your lamp? My house is all dark and lonesome---lend me your light.’ She raised her dark eyes on my face and stood for a moment doubtful. ‘I have come,’ she said at last, ‘to dedicate my lamp to the sky.’ I stood and watched her light uselessly burning in the void.

In the moonless gloom of midnight I ask her, ‘Maiden, what is your quest, holding the lamp near your heart? My house is all dark and lonesome---lend me your light.’ She stopped for a minute and thought and gazed at my face in the dark. ‘I have brought my light,’ she said, ‘to join the carnival of lamps.’ I stood and watched her little lamp uselessly lost among lights.

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――把你的灯借给我用罢！”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，无用地在潮水上飘流。

在薄暮的寂静中，我问她：“你的灯火都已点上了――那麽你拿着这灯到哪里去呢？我的房子黑暗寂寞――把你的灯借给我罢。”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――把你的灯借给我罢。”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，来参加灯会的。”我站着看着她的灯，无用地消失在众光之中。.

65

What divine drink wouldst thou have, my God, from this overflowing cup of my life?

My poet, is it thy delight to see thy creation through my eyes and to stand at the portals of my ears silently to listen to thine own eternal harmony?

Thy world is weaving words in my mind and thy joy is adding music to them. Thou givest thyself to me in love and then feelest thine own entire sweetness in me.

我的上帝，从我满溢的生命之杯中，你要饮什么样的圣酒呢？

通过我的眼睛，来观看你自己的创造物，站在我的耳门上，来静听你自己的永恒的谐音，我的诗人，这是你的快乐吗？

你的世界在我的心灵里织上字句，你的快乐又给它们加上音乐。你把自己在梦中交给了我，又通过我来感觉你自己的完满的甜柔.

66

She who ever had remained in the depth of my being, in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses; she who never opened her veils in the morning light, will be my last gift to thee, my God, folded in my final song.

Words have wooed yet failed to win her; persuasion has stretched to her its eager arms in vain.

I have roamed from country to country keeping her in the core of my heart, and around her have risen and fallen the growth and decay of my life.

Over my thoughts and actions, my slumbers and dreams, she reigned yet dwelled alone and apart.

many a man knocked at my door and asked for her and turned away in despair.

There was none in the world who ever saw her face to face, and she remained in her loneliness waiting for thy recognition.

那在神光离合之中，潜藏在我生命深处的她；那在晨光中永远不肯揭开面纱的她，我的上帝，我要用最后的一首歌把她包裹起来，作为我给你的最后的献礼。

无数求爱的话，都已说过，但还没有赢得她的心；劝诱向她伸出渴望的臂也是枉然。

我把她深藏在心里，到处漫游，我生命的荣枯围绕着她起落。

她统治着我的思想、行动和睡梦，她却自己独居索处。

许多的人叩我的门来访问她，都失望地回去。在这世界上从没有人和她面对过，她孤守着静待你的赏识。.

67

Thou art the sky and thou art the nest as well.

O thou beautiful, there in the nest is thy love that encloses the soul with colours and sounds and odours.

There comes the morning with the golden basket in her right hand bearing the wreath of beauty, silently to crown the earth.

And there comes the evening over the lonely meadows deserted by herds, through trackless paths, carrying cool draughts of peace in her golden pitcher from the western ocean of rest.

But there, where spreads the infinite sky for the soul to take her flight in, reigns the stainless white radiance. There is no day nor night, nor form nor colour, and never, never a word.

你是天空，也是窝巢。

呵，美丽的你，在窝巢里就是你的爱，用颜色、声音和香气来围拥住灵魂。

在那里，清晨来了，右手提着金筐，带着美的花环，静静地替大地加冕。

在那里，黄昏来了，越过无人畜牧的荒林，穿过车马绝迹的小径，在她的金瓶里带着安靖的西方海上和平的凉飙。

但是在那里，纯白的光辉，统治着伸展着的为灵魂翱翔的无际的天空。在那里无昼无夜，无形无色，而且永远，永远无有言说。.

68

Thy sunbeam comes upon this earth of mine with arms outstretched and stands at my door the livelong day to carry back to thy feet clouds made of my tears and sighs and songs.

With fond delight thou wrappest about thy starry breast that mantle of misty cloud, turning it into numberless shapes and folds and colouring it with hues everchanging.

It is so light and so fleeting, tender and tearful and dark, that is why thou lovest it, O thou spotless and serene. And that is why it may cover thy awful white light with its pathetic shadows.

你的阳光射到我的地上，整天地伸臂站在我门前，把我的眼泪，叹息和歌曲变成的云彩，带回放在你的足边。

你喜爱地将这云带缠绕在你的星胸之上，绕成无数的形式和褶纹，还染上变幻无穷的色彩。

它是那样的轻柔，那样的飘扬、温软、含泪而黯淡，因此你就爱惜它，呵，你这庄严无暇者。这就是为什么它能够以它可怜的阴影遮盖你可畏的白光。.

69

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.

And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.

就是这股生命的泉水，日月流穿我的血管，也流穿过世界，也应节地跳舞。

就是这同一的生命，从大地的尘土里快乐地伸放出无数片的芳草，迸发出繁花密叶的波纹。

就是这同一的生命，在潮汐里摇动着生和死的大海的摇篮。

我觉得我的四肢因受着生命世界的爱抚而光荣。我的骄傲，是因为时代的脉搏，此刻在我血液中跳动。.

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Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm? to be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy?

All things rush on, they stop not, they look not behind, no power can hold them back, they rush on.

Keeping steps with that restless, rapid music, seasons come dancing and pass away---colours, tunes, and perfumes pour in endless cascades in the abounding joy that scatters and gives up and dies every moment.

这欢欣的音律不能使你欢欣吗？不能使你回旋激荡，消失碎裂在这可怖的快乐旋转之中吗？

万物急剧地前奔，它们不停留也不回顾，任何力量都不能挽住它们，它们急遽地前奔。

季候应和着这急速不宁的音乐，跳舞着来了又去――颜色、声音、香味在这充溢的快乐里，汇成奔流无尽的瀑泉，时时刻刻地在散溅、退落而死亡。.

71

That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides, thus casting coloured shadows on thy radiance---such is thy maya.

Thou settest a barrier in thine own being and then callest thy severed self in myriad notes. This thy self-separation has taken body in me.

The poignant song is echoed through all the sky in many-coloured tears and smiles, alarms and hopes; waves rise up and sink again, dreams break and form. In me is thy own defeat of self.

This screen that thou hast raised is painted with innumerable figures with the brush of the night and the day. Behind it thy seat is woven in wondrous mysteries of curves, casting away all barren lines of straightness.

The great pageant of thee and me has overspread the sky. With the tune of thee and me all the air is vibrant, and all ages pass with the hiding and seeking of thee and me.

我应当使自己发扬光大、四周放射、投映彩影于你的光辉之中――这便是你的幻境。

你在你自身里立起隔栏，用无数不同的音调来呼唤你的分身。你这分身已在我体内成形。

高亢的歌声响彻诸天，在多彩的眼泪与微笑，震惊与希望中回应着；波起复落，梦破又圆。在我里面是你自身的破灭。

你卷起的那重帘幕，是用书和夜的画笔，绘出了无数的花样。幕后的你的座位，是用奇妙神秘的曲线织成。抛弃了一切无聊的笔直的线条。

你我组成的伟丽的行列，布满了天空。因着你我的歌音，太空都在震颤，一切时代都在你我捉迷藏中度过了。.

72

He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches.

He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.

He it is who weaves the web of this {it maya/} in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green, and lets peep out through the folds his feet, at whose touch I forget myself.

Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.

就是他，那最深奥的，用他深隐的摩触使我清醒。

就是他把神符放在我的眼上，又快乐地在我心弦上弹弄出种种哀乐的调子。

就是他用金、银、青、绿的灵幻的色丝，织起幻境的披纱，他的脚趾从衣褶中外露。

在他的摩触之下，我忘却了自己。.

73

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various colours and fragrance, filling this earthen vessel to the brim.

My world will light its hundred different lamps with thy flame and place them before the altar of thy temple.

No, I will never shut the doors of my senses. The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.

Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.

在断念屏欲之中，我不需要拯救。在万千欢愉的约束里我感到了自由的拥抱。

你不断地在我的瓦罐里满满地斟上不同颜色不同芬芳的新酒。

我的世界，将以你的火焰点上他的万盏不同的明灯，安放在你庙宇的坛前。

不，我永不会关上我感觉的门户。视、听、触的快乐会含带着你的快乐。

是的，我的一切幻想会燃烧成快乐的光明，我的一切愿望将结成爱的果实。.

74

The day is no more, the shadow is upon the earth. It is time that I go to the stream to fill my pitcher.

The evening air is eager with the sad music of the water. Ah, it calls me out into the dusk. In the lonely lane there is no passer-by, the wind is up, the ripples are rampant in the river.

I know not if I shall come back home. I know not whom I shall chance to meet. There at the fording in the little boat the unknown man plays upon his lute.

白日已过，暗影笼罩大地。是我到河边汲水的时候了。

晚空凭着水的凄音流露着切望。呵，它呼唤我出到暮色中来。荒径上断绝人行，风起了。波浪在河里翻腾。

我不知道是否应该回家去。我不知道我会遇见什么人。浅滩的小舟上有个不相识的人正弹着琵琶。.

75

Thy gifts to us mortals fulfil all our needs and yet run back to thee undiminished.

The river has its everyday work to do and hastens through fields and hamlets; yet its incessant stream winds towards the washing of thy feet.

The flower sweetens the air with its perfume; yet its last service is to offer itself to thee.

Thy worship does not impoverish the world.

From the words of the poet men take what meanings please them; yet their last meaning points to thee.

你赐给我们世人的礼物，满足了我们一切的需要，可是它们又毫未减少地返回到你那里。

河水有它每天的工作，匆忙地穿过田野和村庄；但它的不绝的水流，又曲折地回来洗你的双脚。

花朵以芬芳熏香了空气；但它最终的任务，是把自己献上给你。

对你供献不会使世界困穷。

人们从诗人的字句里，选取自己心爱的意义：但是诗句的最终意义是指向着你。.

76

Day after day, O lord of my life, shall I stand before thee face to face.

With folded hands, O lord of all worlds, shall I stand before thee face to face.

Under thy great sky in solitude and silence, with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face.

In this laborious world of thine, tumultuous with toil and with struggle, among hurrying crowds shall I stand before thee face to face.

And when my work shall be done in this world, O King of kings, alone and speechless shall I stand before thee face to face.

过了一天又是一天，呵，我生命的主，我能够和你对面站立吗？呵，全世界的主，我能合掌和你对面站立吗？

在广阔的天空下，严静之中，我能够带着虔恭的心，和你对面站立吗？

在你的劳碌的世界里，喧腾着劳作和奋斗，在营营扰扰的人群中，我能和你对面站立吗？

当我已做完了今生的工作，呵，万王之王，我能够独自悄立在你的面前吗？.

77

I know thee as my God and stand apart---I do not know thee as my own and come closer. I know thee as my father and bow before thy feet---I do not grasp thy hand as my friend’s.

I stand not where thou comest down and ownest thyself as mine, there to clasp thee to my heart and take thee as my comrade.

Thou art the Brother amongst my brothers, but I heed them not, I divide not my earnings with them, thus sharing my all with thee.

In pleasure and in pain I stand not by the side of men, and thus stand by thee. I shrink to give up my life, and thus do not plunge into the great waters of life.

我知道你是我的上帝，却远立在一边――我不知道你是属于我的，就走近你。我知道你是我的父亲，就在你脚前俯伏――我没有像和朋友握手那样地紧握你的手

我没有在你降临的地方，站立等候，把你抱在胸前，当你做同道，把你占有。

你是我弟兄的弟兄，但是我不理他们，不把我赚得的和他们平分，我以为这样做，才能和你分享我的一切。

在快乐和苦痛里，我都没有站在人类的一边，我以为这样做，才能和你站在一起。

我畏缩着不肯舍生，因此我没有跳入生命的伟大的海洋里。.

78

When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first splendour, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang ‘Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed!’

But one cried of a sudden---‘It seems that somewhere there is a break in the chain of light and one of the stars has been lost.’

The golden string of their harp snapped, their song stopped, and they cried in dismay---‘Yes, that lost star was the best, she was the glory of all heavens!’

From that day the search is unceasing for her, and the cry goes on from one to the other that in her the world has lost its one joy!

Only in the deepest silence of night the stars smile and whisper among themselves---‘Vain is this seeking! unbroken perfection is over all!’

当鸿蒙初辟，繁星第一次射出灿烂的光辉，众神在天上集合，唱着“呵完美的画图，完全的快乐！”

有一位神忽然叫起来了――“光链里仿佛断了一环，一颗星星走失了。”

他们金琴的弦子猛然折断了，他们的歌声停止了，他们惊惶地叫着――“对了，那颗走失的星星是最美的，她是诸天的光荣！”

从那天起，他们不住地寻找她，众口相传地说，因为她丢了，世界失去了一种快乐。

只在严静的夜里，众星微笑着互相低语说――“寻找是无用的，无缺的完美正笼盖着一切！”.

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If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight---let me not forget for a moment, let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.

As my days pass in the crowded market of this world and my hands grow full with the daily profits, let me ever feel that I have gained nothing---let me not forget for a moment, let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.

When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting, when I spread my bed low in the dust, let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me---let me not forget a moment, let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.

When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound and the laughter there is loud, let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house---let me not forget for a moment, let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.

假如我今生无份遇到你，就让我永远感到恨不相逢――让我念念不忘，让我在醒时梦中都怀带着这悲哀的苦痛。

当我的日子在世界的闹市中度过，我的双手满捧着每日的赢利的时候，让我永远觉得我是一无所获――让我念念不忘，让我在醒时梦中都怀带着这悲哀的苦痛。

当我坐在路边，疲乏喘息，当我在尘土中铺设卧具，让我永远记着前面还有悠悠的长路――让我念念不忘，让我在醒时梦中都怀带着悲哀的苦痛。

当我的屋子装饰好了，箫笛吹起，欢笑声喧的时候，让我永远觉得我还没有请你光临――让我念念不忘，让我在醒时梦中都怀带着这悲哀的苦痛。.

80

I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn uselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious! Thy touch has not yet melted my vapour, making me one with thy light, and thus I count months and years separated from thee.

If this be thy wish and if this be thy play, then take this fleeting emptiness of mine, paint it with colours, gild it with gold, float it on the wanton wind and spread it in varied wonders.

And again when it shall be thy wish to end this play at night, I shall melt and vanish away in the dark, or it may be in a smile of the white morning, in a coolness of purity transparent.

我像一片秋天的残云，无主地在空中飘荡，呵，我的永远光耀的太阳！你的摩触远没有蒸化了我的水气，使我与你的光明合一，因此我计算着和你分离的悠长的年月。

假如这是你的愿望，假如这是你的游戏，就请把我这流逝的空虚染上颜色，镀上金辉，让它在狂风中飘浮，舒卷成种种的奇观。

而且假如你愿意在夜晚结束了这场游戏，我就在黑暗中，或在烛白晨光的微笑中，在净化的清凉中，溶化消失。.

81

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.

Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.

I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had ceased. In the morning I woke up and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.

在许多闲散的日子，我悼惜著虚度了的光阴．但是光阴并没有虚度，我的主．你掌握了我生命里寸寸的光阴．

你潜藏在万物的心里，培育著种子发芽，蓓蕾绽红，花落结实．

我困乏了，在闲榻上睡眠，想象著一切工作都已停歇．早晨醒来，我发现我的园里，却开遍了异蕊奇花．.

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Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes.

Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait.

Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.

We have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble for a chances. We are too poor to be late.

And thus it is that time goes by while I give it to every querulous man who claims it, and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.

At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate to be shut; but I find that yet there is time.

你手里的光阴是无限的，我的主．你的分秒是无法计算的．

夜来明去，时代像花开花落．你晓得怎样来等待．

你的世纪，一个接著一个，来完成一朵小小的野花．

我们的光阴不能浪费，因为没有时间，我们必须争取机缘．我们太穷苦了，决不可能迟到．

因此，在我把时间让给每一个性急的，向我索要时间的人，我们的时间就虚度了，最后你的神坛上就没有一点祭品．

一天过去，我赶忙前来，怕你的门已经关闭，但是我发现时间还有充裕．.

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Mother, I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck with my tears of sorrow.

The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet, but mine will hang upon thy breast.

Wealth and fame come from thee and it is for thee to give or to withhold them. But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own, and when I bring it to thee as my offering thou rewardest me with thy grace.

圣母呵，我要把我悲哀的眼泪穿成珠链，挂在你的颈上．

星星把光明做成足镯，来装扮你的双足，但是我的珠链要挂在你的胸前．

名利自你而来，也全凭你的予取．但这悲哀却完全是我自己的，当我把它当作祭品献给你的时候，你就以你的恩慈来酬谢我..

84

It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout the world and gives birth to shapes innumerable in the infinite sky.

It is this sorrow of separation that gazes in silence all nights from star to star and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in rainy darkness of July.

It is this overspreading pain that deepens into loves and desires, into sufferings and joy in human homes; and this it is that ever melts and flows in songs through my poet’s heart.

离愁弥漫世界，在无际的天空中生出无数的情境．

就是这离愁整夜地悄望星辰，在七月阴雨之中，萧萧的树籁变成抒情的诗歌．

就是这笼压弥漫的痛苦，加深而成为爱，欲，而成为人间的苦乐；就是它永远通过诗人的心灵，融化流涌而成为诗歌．.

85

When the warriors came out first from their master’s hall, where had they hid their power? Where were their armour and their arms?

They looked poor and helpless, and the arrows were showered upon them on the day they came out from their master’s hall.

When the warriors marched back again to their master’s hall where did they hide their power?

They had dropped the sword and dropped the bow and the arrow; peace was on their foreheads, and they had left the fruits of their life behind them on the day they marched back again to their master’s hall.

当战士们从他们主公的明堂里刚走出来，他们的武力藏在哪里呢？他们的甲胄和干戈藏在哪里呢？

他们显得无助，可怜，当他们从他们主公的明堂走出的那一天，如雨的箭矢向著他飞射．

当战士们整队走回他们主公的明堂里的时候，他们的武力藏在哪里呢？

他们放下了刀剑和弓矢；和平在他们的额上放光，当他们整队走回他们主公的明堂的那一天，他们把他们生命的果实留在后面了．.

86

Death, thy servant, is at my door. He has crossed the unknown sea and brought thy call to my home.

The night is dark and my heart is fearful---yet I will take up the lamp, open my gates and bow to him my welcome. It is thy messenger who stands at my door.

I will worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart.

He will go back with his errand done, leaving a dark shadow on my morning; and in my desolate home only my forlorn self will remain as my last offering to thee.

死亡，你的仆人，来到我的门前．他渡过不可知的海洋临到我家，来传达你的召令．

夜色沉黑，我心中畏惧――但是我要端起灯来，开起门来，鞠躬欢迎他．因为站在我门前的是你的使者．

我要含泪地合掌礼拜他．我要把我心中等财产，放在他脚前，来礼拜他．

他的使命完成了就要回去，在我的晨光中留下了阴影；在我萧条的家里，只剩下孤独的我，作为最后献你的祭品．.

87

In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my room; I find her not.

My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained.

But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her I have to come to thy door.

I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.

I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish---no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.

Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it into the deepest fullness. Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe.

在无望的希望中，我在房里的每一个角落找她；我找不到她．

我的房子很小，一旦丢了东西就永远找不回来．

但是你的房子是无边无际的，我的主，为著找她，我来到了你的门前．

我站在你薄暮金色的天穹下，向你抬起渴望的眼．

我来到了永恒的边涯，在这里万物不灭――无论是希望，是幸福，或是从泪眼中望见的人面．

呵，把我空虚的生命浸到这海洋里罢，跳进这最深的完满里罢．让我在宇宙的完整里，感觉一次那失去的温馨的接触罢．.

88

Deity of the ruined temple! The broken strings of Vina sing no more your praise. The bells in the evening proclaim not your time of worship. The air is still and silent about you.

In your desolate dwelling comes the vagrant spring breeze. It brings the tidings of flowers---the flowers that for your worship are offered no more.

Your worshipper of old wanders ever longing for favour still refused. In the eventide, when fires and shadows mingle with the gloom of dust, he wearily comes back to the ruined temple with hunger in his heart.

Many a festival day comes to you in silence, deity of the ruined temple. Many a night of worship goes away with lamp unlit.

Many new images are built by masters of cunning art and carried to the holy stream of oblivion when their time is come.

Only the deity of the ruined temple remains unworshipped in deathless neglect.

破庙里的神呵！七弦琴的断线不再弹唱赞美你的诗歌．晚钟也不再宣告礼拜你的时间．你周围的空气是寂静的．

流荡的春风来到你荒凉的居所．它带来了香花的消失――就是那素来供养你的香花，现在却无人来呈献了．

你的礼拜者，那些漂泊的惯旅，永远在企望那还未得到的恩典．黄昏来到，灯光明灭于尘影之中，他困乏地带著饥饿的心回到这破庙里来．

许多佳节都在静默中来到，破庙的神呵．许多礼拜之夜，也在无火无灯中度过了．

精巧的艺术家，造了许多新的神像，当他们的末日来到了，便被抛入遗忘的圣河里．

只有破庙的神遗留在无人礼拜的，不死的冷淡之中．.

89

No more noisy, loud words from me---such is my master’s will. Henceforth I deal in whispers. The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.

Men hasten to the King’s market. All the buyers and sellers are there. But I have my untimely leave in the middle of the day, in the thick of work.

Let then the flowers come out in my garden, though it is not their time; and let the midday bees strike up their lazy hum.

Full many an hour have I spent in the strife of the good and the evil, but now it is the pleasure of my playmate of the empty days to draw my heart on to him; and I know not why is this sudden call to what useless inconsequence!

我不再高谈阔论了――这是我主的意旨．从那时起我轻声细语．我心里的话要用歌曲低唱出来．

人们急急忙忙地到国王的市场上去，买卖的人都在那里．但在工作正忙的正午，我就早早地离开．

那就让花朵在我的园中开放，虽然花时未到；让蜜蜂在中午奏起他们慵懒的嗡哼．

我曾把充分得时间，用在理欲交战里，但如今是我暇日游侣的雅性，把我的心拉到他那里去；我也不知道这忽然的召唤，会引到什么突出的奇景．.

90

On the day when death will knock at thy door what wilt thou offer to him?

Oh, I will set before my guest the full vessel of my life---I will never let him go with empty hands.

All the sweet vintage of all my autumn days and summer nights, all the earnings and gleanings of my busy life will I place before him at the close of my days when death will knock at my door.

当死神来叩你门的时候，你将以什么贡献他呢？

呵，我要在我客人面前，摆上我的满斟的生命之杯――我决不让它空手回去．

我一切的秋日和夏夜的丰美的收获，我匆促的生命中的一切获得和收藏，在我临终，死神来叩我的门的时候，我都要摆在他的面前．.

91

O thou the last fulfilment of life, Death, my death, come and whisper to me!

Day after day I have kept watch for thee; for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life.

All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy. One final glance from thine eyes and my life will be ever thine own.

The flowers have been woven and the garland is ready for the bridegroom. After the wedding the bride shall leave her home and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night.

呵，你这生命最后的完成，死亡，我的死亡，来对我低语罢！

我天天地在守望着你；为你，我忍受著生命中的苦乐．

我的一切存在，一切所有，一切希望，和一切的爱，总在深深的秘密中向你奔流．你的眼泪向我最后一盼，我的生命就永远是你的．

花环已为新郎编好．婚礼行过，新娘就要离家，在静夜里和她的主人独对了．.

92

I know that the day will come when my sight of this earth shall be lost, and life will take its leave in silence, drawing the last curtain over my eyes.

Yet stars will watch at night, and morning rise as before, and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.

When I think of this end of my moments, the barrier of the moments breaks and I see by the light of death thy world with its careless treasures. Rare is its lowliest seat, rare is its meanest of lives.

Things that I longed for in vain and things that I got---let them pass. Let me but truly possess the things that I ever spurned and overlooked.

我知道这日子将要来到，当我眼中的人世渐渐消失，生命默默地向我道别，把最后的帘幕拉过我的眼前．

但是星辰将在夜中守望，晨曦仍旧升起，时间像海波的汹涌，激荡着欢乐与哀伤．

当我想到我的时间的终点，时间的隔栏便破裂了，在死的光明中，我看见了你的世界和这世界里弃置的珍宝．最低的座位是极其珍奇的，最生的生物也是世间少有的．

我追求而未得到和我已经得到的东西――让它们过去罢．只让我真正地据有了那些我所轻视和忽略的东西．.

93

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers! I bow to you all and take my departure.

Here I give back the keys of my door---and I give up all claims to my house. I only ask for last kind words from you.

We were neighbours for long, but I received more than I could give. Now the day has dawned and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out. A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.

我已经请了假．弟兄们，祝我一路平安罢！我向你们大家鞠了躬就启程了．

我把我门上的钥匙交还――我把房子的所有权都放弃了．我只请求你们最后的几句好话．

我们做过很久的邻居，但是我接受的多，给与的少．现在天已破晓，我黑暗屋角的灯光已灭．召命已来，我就准备启行了.

94

At this time of my parting, wish me good luck, my friends! The sky is flushed with the dawn and my path lies beautiful.

Ask not what I have with me to take there. I start on my journey with empty hands and expectant heart.

I shall put on my wedding garland. Mine is not the red-brown dress of the traveller, and though there are dangers on the way I have no fear in mind.

The evening star will come out when my voyage is done and the plaintive notes of the twilight melodies be struck up from the King’s gateway.

在我动身的时光，祝我一路福星罢，我的朋友们！天空里晨光辉煌，我的前途是美丽的．

不要问我带些什么到那边去．我只带著空空的手和企望的心．

我要戴上我婚礼的花冠．我穿的不是红褐色的行装，虽然间关险阻，我心里也没有惧怕．

旅途尽处，晚星将生，从王宫的门口将弹出黄昏的凄乐．.

95

I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life.

What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight!

When in the morning I looked upon the light I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world, that the inscrutable without name and form had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother.

Even so, in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me. And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.

The child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away, in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.

当我刚跨过此生的门槛的时候，我并没有发觉．

是什么力量使我在这无边的神秘中开放，像一朵嫩蕊，中夜在森林里开花！

早起我看到光明，我立刻觉得在这世界里我不是一个生人，那不可思议，不可名状的，已以我自己母亲的形象，把我抱在怀里．

就是这样，在死亡里，这同一的不可知者又要以我熟识的面目出现．因为我爱今生，我知道我也会一样地爱死亡．

当母亲从婴儿口中拿开右乳的时候，他就啼哭，但他立刻又从左乳得到了安慰．.

96

When I go from hence let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus am I blessed---let this be my parting word.

In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him that is formless.

My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch; and if the end comes here, let it come---let this be my parting word.

当我走的时候，让这个作我的别话罢，就是说我所看过的是卓绝无比的．

我曾尝过在光明海上开放的莲花里的隐蜜，因此我受了祝福――让这个做我的别话罢．

在这形象万千的游戏室里，我已经游玩过，在这里我已经瞥见了那无形象的他．

我浑身上下因著那无从接触的他的摩抚而喜颤；假如死亡在这里来临，就让它来好了――让这个做我的别话罢．.

97

When my play was with thee I never questioned who thou wert. I knew nor shyness nor fear, my life was boisterous.

In the early morning thou wouldst call me from my sleep like my own comrade and lead me running from glade to glade.

On those days I never cared to know the meaning of songs thou sangest to me. Only my voice took up the tunes, and my heart danced in their cadence.

Now, when the playtime is over, what is this sudden sight that is come upon me? The world with eyes bent upon thy feet stands in awe with all its silent stars.

当我是同你做游戏的时候，我从来没有问过你是谁．我不懂得羞怯和惧怕，我的生活是热闹的．

清晨你就来把我唤醒，像我自己的伙伴一样．带著我跑过林野．

那些日子，我从来不去想了解你对我唱的歌曲的意义．我只随声附和，我的心应节跳舞．

现在，游戏的时光已过，这突然来到我眼前的情景又是什么呢？世界低下眼来看著你的双脚，和它的肃静的众星一同敬畏地站著．.

98

I will deck thee with trophies, garlands of my defeat. It is never in my power to escape unconquered.

I surely know my pride will go to the wall, my life will burst its bonds in exceeding pain, and my empty heart will sob out in music like a hollow reed, and the stone will melt in tears.

I surely know the hundred petals of a lotus will not remain closed for ever and the secret recess of its honey will be bared.

From the blue sky an eye shall gaze upon me and summon me in silence. Nothing will be left for me, nothing whatever, and utter death shall I receive at thy feet.

我要以胜利品，我的失败的花环，来装饰你．逃避不受征服，是我永远做不到的．

我准知道我的骄傲会碰壁，我的生命将因著极端的痛苦而炸裂，我的空虚的心将像一支空苇呜咽出哀音，顽石也融成眼泪．

我准知道莲花的百瓣不会永远闭合，深藏的花蜜定将显露。

从碧空将有一只眼睛向我凝视，在默默地召唤我．我将空无所有，绝对的空无所有，我将从你脚下领受绝对的死亡．.

99

When I give up the helm I know that the time has come for thee to take it. What there is to do will be instantly done. Vain is this struggle.

Then take away your hands and silently put up with your defeat, my heart, and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still where you are placed.

These my lamps are blown out at every little puff of wind, and trying to light them I forget all else again and again.

But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark, spreading my mat on the floor; and whenever it is thy pleasure, my lord, come silently and take thy seat here.

当我放下舵盘，我知道你来接收的时候到了．当做的事立刻要做了．挣扎是无用的．

那就把手拿开，静默地承认失败罢，我的心呵，要想到能在你的岗位上默坐，还算是幸运的．

我的几盏灯都被一阵阵的微风吹灭了，为想把它们重新点起，我屡屡地把其他的事情都忘却了．

这次我要聪明一点，把我的席子铺在地上，在暗中等候；什么时候你高兴，我的主，悄悄地走来坐下罢．.