“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。”
What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.
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。
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal
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。
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.
您的名字的甜蜜充溢着我的心,而我忘掉了我自己的,--就象您的早晨
的太阳升起时,那大雾便消失了。
Sweetness of thy name fills my heart when I forget mine---like
thy morning sun when the mist is melted.
当我在那日子的终了,站在您的面前时,您将看见我的伤疤,而知道我有
我的许多创伤,但也有我的医治的法儿。
When I stand before thee at the day s end thou shalt see my scars
and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.
他们点了他们自己的灯,在他们的寺院内,吟唱他们自己的话语。
但是小鸟们却在你的晨光中,唱着你的名字,--因为你的名字便是快乐。
They light their own lamps and sing their own words in their temples.
But the birds sing thy name in thine own morning light, --- for thy
name is joy.