落尽繁华

 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.
    鸟集夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。

 O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprintsin my words.
    世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。

 The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
         世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。

 If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. 
    如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。

 The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?  
    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？

 Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening amongthe silent trees. Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
    忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。

 What language is thine, O sea? The language of eternal question. What language is thy answer, O sky? The language of eternal silence.
    “海水呀，你说的是什么？”“是永恒的疑问。”“天空呀，你回答的话是什么？”“是永恒的沉默。”

 Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high. 
    不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。

 I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stopsfor a moment, nods to me and goes.
    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。

 What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow. 
     你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。

 My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen.
    神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的哥声中喧叫着呢。让我只是静听着吧。

 That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
    我的存在，对我是一个永久的神奇，这就是生活。

 We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent? I am a mere flower.  
    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。

 My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon it her signature in tears with the words, I love thee.
    我的心把她的波浪在世界的海岸上冲激着，以热泪在上边写着她的题记：“我爱你。”

 The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaveshappily knows not that man can lie.
     光明如一个裸体的孩子，快快活活地在绿叶当中游戏，它不知道人是会欺诈的。

 The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
     绿树长到了我的窗前，仿佛是喑哑的大地发出的渴望的声音。

 Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.   
    生命从世界得到资产，爱情使它得到价值。

 The bird wishes it were a cloud. The cloud wishes it were a bird.  
    鸟儿愿为一朵云。云儿愿为一只鸟。

 The waterfall sing, I find my song, when I find my freedom.
    瀑布歌唱道：“我得到自由时便有了歌声了。”

 I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence. It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.
    我说不出这心为什么那样默默地颓丧着。是为了它那不曾要求，不曾知道，不曾记得的小小的需要。

 You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
    你微微地笑着，不同我说什么话。而我觉得，为了这个，我已等待得久了。

 The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth andthe music of the air.
    水里的游鱼是沉默的，陆地上的兽类是喧闹的，空中的飞鸟是歌唱着的。但是，人类却兼有海里的沉默，地上的喧闹与空中的音乐。

 The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.
    世界在踌躇之心的琴弦上跑过去，奏出忧郁的乐声。

 I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one withthe living creatures that are crushed by it.
    谢谢神，我不是一个权力的轮子，而是被压在这轮子下的活人之一。

 Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.
    我们如海鸥之与波涛相遇似地，遇见了，走近了。海鸥飞去，波涛滚滚地流开，我们也分别了。

 My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listeningto the dance-music of the tide in the evening.
    我的白昼已经完了，我象一只泊在海滩上的小船，谛听着晚潮跳舞的乐声。

 Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
    我们的生命是天赋的，我们惟有献出生命，才能得到生命。

 We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
    当我们是大为谦卑的时候，便是我们最接近伟大的时候。

 The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
    “完全”为了对“不全”的爱，把自己装饰得美丽。

 Thank the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience.
     谢谢火焰给你光明，但是不要忘了那执灯的人，他是坚忍地站在黑暗当中呢。

 Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread.
    小草呀，你的足步虽小，但是你拥有你足下的土地。

 Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.
    错误经不起失败，但是真理却不怕失败。

 I give my whole water in joy, sings the waterfall, though littleof it is enough for the thirsty.
    瀑布歌唱道：“虽然渴者只要少许的水便够了，我却很快活地给与了我的全部的水。

 In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed eveningveiled with mist and rain.
    这寡独的黄昏，幕着雾与雨，我在我的心的孤寂里，感觉到它的叹息。

 The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bringout surprises of beauty.
    雾，象爱情一样，在山峰的心上游戏，生出种种美丽的变幻。

 The grass seeks her crowd in the earth. The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
    绿草求她地上的伴侣。树木求他天空的寂寞。

 What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
    这个不可见的黑暗之火焰，以繁星为其火花的，到底是什么呢？

 Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. 
    使生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。

 The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave andher master.
    艺术家是自然的情人，所以他是自然的奴隶，也是自然的主人。

 How far are you from me, O Fruit? I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.
   “你离我有多远呢，果实呀？”“我藏在你心里呢，花呀。”

 This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.
    这个渴望是为了那个在黑夜里感觉得到，在大白天里却看不见的人。

 The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keennessof the sword.
    刀鞘保护刀的锋利，它自己则满足于它的迟钝。  Power said to the world, You are mine. The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, I am thine. The world gave it the freedom of her house.
    权势对世界说道：“你是我的。”世界便把权势囚禁在她的宝座下面。爱情对世界说道：“我是你的。”世界便给予爱情以在它屋内来往的自由。

 I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten, and I feel the freedom of passing away.
    我想起了浮泛在生与爱与死的川流上的许多别的时代，以及这些时代之被遗忘，我便感觉到离开尘世的自由了。

 The sadness of my soul is her bride's veil. It waits to be lifted in the night.
     我灵魂的忧伤是新娘的面纱，等候在午夜被掀开。

 Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
    死之印记给生的钱币以价值，使它能够用生命来购买那真正的宝物。

 The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky. The morning crowned it with splendour.
    白云谦逊地站在天之一隅。晨光给它戴上霞彩。

 The dust receives insult and in return offers her flowers.
    尘土受到损辱，却以她的花朵来报答。

 Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
    只管走过去，不必逗留着采了花朵来保存，因为一路上花朵自会继续开放的。

 Roots are the branches down in the earth. Branches are roots in the air.
    根是地下的枝。枝是空中的根。

 The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.
    无名的日子的感触，攀缘在我的心上，正象那绿色的苔藓，攀缘在老树的周身。

 The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.
    回声嘲笑她的原声，以证明她是原声。

 I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that hasnot been lighted.
    我投射我自己的影子在我的路上，因为我有一盏还没有燃点起来的明灯。

 Man goes into the noisy crowed to drown his own clamour of silence.
    人走进喧哗的群众里去，为的是要淹没他自己的沉默的呼号。

 The sun has his simple rode of light. The clouds are decked withgorgeousness.
    太阳只穿一件朴素的光衣，白云却披了灿烂的裙裾。

 The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
    道路虽然拥挤，却是寂寞的，因为它是不被爱的。

 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。

 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。

 Put out the lamp when thou wishest, I shall know thy darkness and shall love it. 
    如果你愿意，就熄了灯，我将了解你的黑暗，并且将爱上它。

 The world does not leak beacuse death is not a crack. 
    世界不会溢漏，因为死亡并不是一道裂纹。

 I live in this little world of mine and an afraid to make it the least less. Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all. 
    我住在我的小天地里，生怕它变的更小，把我带到你的世界里去吧，让我开心的失去所有自由。

 "It the moon thou sendest thy love letters to me." said the night to the sun.   "I leave my tears upon the grass."
    黑夜对太阳说:“在月光下，你把你的情书送给了我。”“在草地上，我已带着斑斑泪痕回答了你。”

 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，筑巢在似水年华中，它在夜里向我歌唱“我曾那么爱你。”

 Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
    生命中留下许多间隙，从中传来死亡的伤感乐曲。

 The burning log bursts in flame and cries － "This is my flower, my death."
    燃烧的木料发出熊熊火焰，喊着：“这是我的花，我的死亡。”

 The night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shiveres and sighed and dropped to the ground. 
    黑夜的花来迟了，当清晨亲吻她时，她颤抖着、叹息着，凋零在地上。