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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——可有人知晓它从何而来？是的，谣传它住在林荫中的仙村里，萤火朦胧闪烁，那里挂着两颗羞怯迷人的花蕾。它从那里来，亲吻婴儿的双眼。
在婴儿甜睡时唇上闪过的微笑——可有人知晓它从何而来？是的，谣传一线清柔苍白的新月微光，触到了正在消融的秋云边缘，微笑就在被清露洗净的晨梦中，第一次生出——这就是婴儿甜睡时唇上闪过的微笑。
在婴儿的四肢上，花朵般喷发的甜柔清氛，可有人知晓它在哪藏了这么久？是的，当母亲还是一个少女时，它就在温柔静谧的爱之神秘中，弥漫在她心里了——这就是婴儿四肢上喷发的甜柔清氛。
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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.
在我送你彩色玩具的时候，我的孩子，我明白了为什么云间水上幻弄出光怪陆离，为什么繁花都染成了缤纷色彩－－在我送你彩色玩具的时候，我的孩子。
在我唱起歌来让你跳舞的时候，我真正明白了为什么叶间婆娑着音乐，为什么波浪把涛声合唱送入静静谛听的大地心中－－在我唱起歌来让你跳舞的时候。
当我把糖果递到你贪馋的手中，我明白了为什么花盏中有蜜，为什么水果悄悄涨满了甜美的汁水－－当我把糖果递到你贪馋的手中。
当我亲你脸颊使你微笑，我的宝贝，我真正明白了，晨光自天空流下是怎样的喜悦，夏日凉风吹到我身上又是怎样的欣快－－当我亲你脸颊使你微笑的时候。
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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.
你让不相识的朋友认识了我。你在别人家里给我备了座位。你将遥远化为比邻，让生人成为兄弟。
当我不得不离开住惯的居所，我心中不安；我忘了这是旧人迁入新居，而你也住在那里。
通过生和死，在这个世界或其他世界，无论你带领我到哪里，都是你，仍是你，我无穷生命中的唯一伴侣，永远用欢乐的牵绊，将我的心和陌生人联系在一起。
谁一旦认识了你，世上就没有陌生的人，也没有了关上的门。噢，请接受我的祈求，让我和众生交游之际，永不失去与你单独接触的赐福。
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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.
在荒凉的河坡上，深草丛中，我问她：“姑娘，你用披纱遮着灯，要去哪里呢？我的房子这般黑暗又寂寞——把你的灯借给我罢！”她将乌黑的双眼抬起片刻，在暮色中看向我的脸。“我到河边来，”她说，“是要在阳光快消失在西边时，让我的灯漂到河上。”我独立在深草中，看着她的灯盏里怯弱的火光无用地在潮中漂流。
在夜色四合的寂静中，我问她：“姑娘，你的灯火都点上了——你还带着灯去哪里呢？我的房子这般黑暗又寂寞——把你的灯借给我罢！”她抬起乌黑的双眼望向我的脸，犹疑地站了一会儿。“我到这里来，”她终于说道，“是把灯献给苍天的。”我站着，望着她的灯火在虚空中无用地燃烧。
在夜半没有月亮的幽暗中，我问她：“姑娘，你把灯捧在心口，要作什么呢？我的房子这般黑暗又寂寞——把你的灯借给我罢！”她站定片刻，思索着，在黑暗中凝视我的脸。“我把灯带来，”她说，“是要参加灯节的。”我站着，看着她小小的灯火无用地消失在众多灯盏之中。
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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.
从我满溢的生命之杯里，我的主，你想饮怎样的圣酒呢？
我的诗人，用我的双眼观看你的造物，站在我的耳门上静听你自己永恒交响的和谐乐声，这就是你的快乐吗？
你的世界在我脑海中织成言语，你的快乐又给它们配上音乐。你在爱中把自己交给了我，然后又在我这里感觉到你自己的全部柔情。
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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.
那在暮光离合之中，永存我生命深处的她；那在晨光里永不揭开面纱的她，会是我对你最后的献礼，我的主，包裹在我最后一首歌里。
求爱的话语都已说过，但未能赢得她的心；劝诱向她伸出渴望的双臂，也是枉然。
我把她深藏在内心深处，从一个国度漂泊到另一个国度，围绕她起伏过我生命的荣枯。
她统治着我的思想和行动、睡眠和梦境，她却离群索居。
许多男子叩我的门想要见她，都失望地掉头而去。
世上从未有人与她对面相视，她仍在孤寂中等候你的赏识。
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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，你也是窝巢。
噢，美丽的你，巢中就是你的爱，它用色彩、音声和香氛来围绕灵魂。
清晨来了，她的右手挎着金篮，装载美的花环，静静地替大地加冕。
傍晚来了，越过没有牧群的荒寂草地，穿过车马绝迹的小径，她的金罐里装着安晏西海上静睦的凉风。
但在那里，伸展着无垠的天宇供灵魂翱翔，纯白的光辉统治其间。那里无昼无夜，无形无色，而且永远、永远默无一言。
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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.
你的阳光照射到我的土地上，伸长了手臂，整天站在我门前，将我的眼泪、叹息和歌声凝成的云朵，带回你的脚边。
你喜爱地将这件朦胧云雾的披纱裹在你星光闪耀的胸前，将它变成无数种形状和褶裥，又用变幻无穷的色调渲染。
它是那样的轻盈，那样的瞬变、温柔、含泪而黯淡，那就是为何你爱它，噢，纯洁无玷、宁静安详的你啊。那就是为何它能以寒酸的微影，遮蔽你庄严可畏的白光。
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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.
就是这股生命之流，日夜流穿我的血管，也流穿世界，按节起舞。
就是这同一的生命，快乐地从大地上破土而出，抽放无数片草芽，迸出喧闹的花涛叶浪。
就是这同一的生命，随潮涨潮落在生与死的大海摇篮里摇动。
我觉得我的四肢因受着这生命世界的爱抚而光荣。而我的骄傲源自世世代代的生命脉搏正在我血液中跳动。
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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.
这欢欣的旋律不能使你高兴吗？你不能在这股可怕的欢乐涡流中激荡、迷失、破碎吗？
万物奔涌向前，不停留，不回顾，没有力量能够挽留它们，它们奔涌向前。
配合着这焦躁不宁的急促音乐，季节跳着舞来了又去——色彩、声调和芬芳在时时散逸、抛弃和消亡的充溢快乐里，化作无穷瀑布倾泻而下。
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第7章 第61~70首
