Stray Birds飞鸟集

第一百四十五篇

The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow. Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes. 燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。 把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。

第一百四十四篇

One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years. It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you. 一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。 它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。”

第一百四十二篇

Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown. 让我设想，在群星之中，有一颗星是指导着我的生命通过不可知的黑暗的。

第一百四十三篇

Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music. 妇人，你用了你美丽的手指，触着我的什物，秩序便如音乐似的生出来了。

第一百四十一篇

When I travelled to here and to there, I was tired of you, O Road, but now when you leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to you in love. 当我到这里那里旅行着时，路呀，我厌倦你了；当是现在，当你引导我到各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。

第一百四十篇

Truth in her dress finds facts too tight. In fiction she moves with ease. 真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。 在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。

第一百三十九篇

Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. 时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。

第一百三十八篇

I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work. I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word. 文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。” 工作对文字说道：“当我看见你的时，我便知道我是怎样地贫乏了。”

第一百三十七篇

you raise your waves vainly to follow your lover, O sea, you lonely bride of the storm. 海呀，你这暴风雨的孤寂的新妇呀，你虽掀起波浪追随你的情人，但是无用呀。

第一百三十六篇

Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout. 子夜的风雨，如一个巨大的孩子，在不合时宜的黑夜里醒来，开始游喜和喧闹。

第一百三十五篇

第一百三十四篇

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful. 埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却不要什么报酬。

第一百三十三篇

The leaf becomes flower when it loves. The flower becomes fruit when it worships. 绿叶恋爱时便成了花。 花崇拜时便成了果实。

第一百三十二篇

第一百三十一篇

I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart, ---I cannot see them. 我听见有些东西在我心的忧闷后面萧萧作响，－－我不能看见它们。

第一百三十篇

If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out. 如果你把所有的错误都关在门外时，真理也要被关在门外面了。

第一百二十九篇

Asks the Possible to the Impossible, Where is your dwelling-place? In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer. “可能”问“不可能”道： “你住在什么地方呢？” 它回答道：“在那无能为力者的梦境里。”

第一百二十八篇

To be outspoken is easy when you do not wait to speak the complete truth. 如果你不等待着要说出完全的真理，那末把真话说出来是很容易的。

第一百二十七篇

Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him. 蜜蜂从花中啜蜜，离开时营营地道谢。 浮华的蝴蝶却相信花是应该向它道谢的。

第一百二十六篇

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water sings the pebbles into perfection. 不是槌的打击，乃是水的载歌载舞，使鹅卵石臻于完美。

第一百二十五篇

The great is a born child; when he dies he gives his great childhood to the world. 伟人是一个天生的孩子，当他死时，他把他的伟大的孩提时代给了世界。

第一百二十四篇

“In the moon you send your love letters to me, ” said the night to the sun. I leave my answers in tears upon the grass. 夜对太阳说道：“在月亮中，你送了你的情书给我。” “我已在绿草上留下了我的流着泪点的回答了。”

第一百二十三篇

The bird thinks it is an act of kindness to give the fish a life in the air. 鸟以为把鱼举在空中是一种慈善的举动。

第一百二十二篇

Dear friend, I feel the silence of your great thoughts of many a deepening eventide on this beach when I listen to these waves. 亲爱的朋友呀，当我静听着海涛时，我好几次在暮色深沉的黄昏里，在这个海岸上，感到你的伟大思想的沉默了。

第一百二十一篇

I carry in my world that flourishes the worlds that have failed. 我把在那些已逝去的世界上的繁荣带到我的世界上来。

第一百二十篇

I feel your beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp. 黑夜呀，我感觉到你的美了。你的美如一个可爱的妇人，当她把灯灭了的时候。

第一百一十九篇

The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth. 夜与逝去的日子接吻，轻轻地在他耳旁说道：“我是死，是你的母亲。我就要给你以新的生命。

第一百一十八篇

Dream is a wife who must talk, Sleep is a husband who silently suffers. 梦是一个一定要谈话的妻子。 睡眠是一个默默忍受的丈夫。

第一百一十七篇

The grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows. 绿草是无愧于它所生长的伟大世界的。

第一百一十六篇

The earth hums to me today in the sun, like a woman at her spinning, some ballad of the ancient time in a forgotten tongue. 今天大地在太阳光里向我营营哼鸣，象一个织着布的妇人，用一种已经被忘却的语言，哼着一些古代的歌曲。