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£²£²£² ÊÀ½ç²»»áÁ÷ʧ£¬ÒòΪËÀÍö²¢²»ÊÇÒ»¸öóÁ϶¡£ The world does not leak because death is not a crack.
£²£²£³ ÉúÃüÒòΪ¸¶³öÁ˵İ®Çé¶ø¸üΪ¸»×ã¡£ Life has become richer by the love that has been lost.
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£²£²£µ ËÀÖ®Á÷Ȫ£¬Ê¹ÉúµÄÖ¹Ë®ÌøÔ¾¡£ The fountain of death makes the still water of life play.
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£²£²£¸ Ìß×ãÖ»ÄÜ´ÓµØÉÏÑïÆð³¾ÍÁ¶ø²»Äܵõ½ÊÕ»ñ¡£ Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.
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£²£³£° ÈÃÕöÑÛ¿´×Åõ¹å»¨µÄÈËÒ²¿´¿´ËüµÄ´Ì¡£ Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose.
£²£³£± ÄñÒíÉÏϵÉÏÁ˻ƽð£¬ÕâÄñ±ãÓÀ²»ÄÜÔÙÔÚÌìÉϰ¿ÏèÁË¡£ Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.
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£²£³£µ ²»ÒªËµ£º¡°ÕâÊÇÔ糿¡±£¬±ðÓÃÒ»¸ö¡°×òÌ족µÄÃû´Ê°ÑËü´ò·¢µô¡£ÄãµÚÒ»´Î ¿´µ½Ëü£¬°ÑËüµ±×÷»¹Ã»ÓÐÃû×ÖµÄÐÂÉúº¢×Ó°É¡£ Do not say, "It is morning," and dismiss it with a mane of yesterday. See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name.
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£²£´£³ ÕæÀíÖ®´¨´ÓËüµÄ´íÎóÖ®¹µÇþÖÐÁ÷¹ý¡£ The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.
£²£´£´ ½ñÌìÎÒµÄÐÄÊÇÔÚÏë¼ÒÁË£¬ÔÚÏë×ÅÄÇ¿ç¹ýʱ¼äÖ®º£µÄÄÇÒ»¸öÌðÃÛµÄʱºò¡£ My heart is homesick today for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.
£²£´£µ ÄñµÄ¸èÉùÊÇÊï¹â´Ó´óµØ·´Ïì¹ýÈ¥µÄ»ØÉù¡£ The bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the earth.
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£²£´£¸ µ±ÈËÊÇÊÞʱ£¬Ëû±ÈÊÞ»¹»µ¡£ Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
£²£´£¹ ºÚÔÆÊܹâµÄ½ÓÎÇʱ±ã±ä³ÉÌìÉϵύ¶ä¡£ Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.
£²£µ£° ²»ÒªÈõ¶·æ¼¥Ð¦Ëü±ú×ÓµÄ×¾¶Û¡£ Let not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt. £²£µ£± Ò¹µÄ³ÁĬ£¬ÈçÒ»¸öÉîÉîµÄµÆÕµ£¬ÒøºÓ±ãÊÇËüȼ×ŵĵƹ⡣ The night's silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of its milky way.
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£²£µ£³ »¨°êËÆµÄɽ·åÔÚÒû×ÅÈչ⣬ÕâɽÆñ²»ÏóÒ»¶ä»¨Âð¿ Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hill, drinking the sunlight?
£²£µ£´ ¡°ÕæÊµ¡±µÄº¬Òå±»Îó½â£¬ÇáÖØ±»µ¹Öã¬ÄǾͳÉÁË¡°²»ÕæÊµ¡±¡£ The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal.
£²£µ£µ ÎÒµÄÐÄѽ£¬´ÓÊÀ½çµÄÁ÷¶¯ÕÒÄãµÄÃÀ°É£¬ÕýÈçÄÇС´¬µÃµ½·çÓëË®µÄÓÅÃÀËÆµÄ¡£ Find your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.
£²£µ£¶ ÑÛ²»ÄÜÒÔÊÓÀ´½¾ÈË£¬È´ÒÔËüÃǵÄÑÛ¾µÀ´½¾ÈË¡£ The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.
£²£µ£· ÎÒסÔÚÎÒµÄÕâ¸öССµÄÊÀ½çÀÉúÅÂʹËüÔÙËõСһ¶¡µã¶ù¡£°ÑÎÒ̧¾Ùµ½Äú µÄÊÀ½çÀïÈ¥°É£¬ÈÃÎҸ߸ßÐËÐ˵ØÊ§È¥ÎÒµÄÒ»ÇеÄ×ÔÓÉ¡£ I live in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less. Life me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all.
£²£µ£¸ ÐéαÓÀÔ¶²»ÄÜÆ¾½èËüÉú³¤ÔÚȨÁ¦Öжø±ä³ÉÕæÊµ¡£ The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.
£²£µ£¹ ÎÒµÄÐÄ£¬Í¬×ÅËüµÄ¸èµÄÅÄÅÄ󰶵IJ¨ÀË£¬¿ÊÍû×ÅÒª¸§°®Õâ¸öÑô¹âÎõ ºÍµÄÂÌÉ«ÊÀ½ç¡£ My heart, with its lapping waves of son, longs to caress this green world of the sunny day.
£²£¶£° µÀÅԵIJݣ¬°®ÄÇÌìÉϵÄÐǰɣ¬ÄãµÄÃξ³±ã¿ÉÔÚ»¨¶äÀïʵÏÖÁË¡£ Wayside grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers.
£²£¶£± ÈÃÄãµÄÒôÀÖÈçÒ»±úÀûÈУ¬Ö±´ÌÈëÊо®ÐúÈŵÄÐÄÖаɡ£ Let your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its heart.
£²£¶£² ÕâÊ÷µÄ²ü¶¯Ö®Ò¶£¬´¥¶¯×ÅÎÒµÄÐÄ£¬ÏóÒ»¸öÓ¤¶ùµÄÊÖÖ¸¡£ The trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an infant child.
£²£¶£³ С»¨Ë¯ÔÚ³¾ÍÁÀï¡£ ËüѰÇóò̵û×ߵĵÀ·¡£ The little flower lies in the dust. It sought the path of the butterfly.
£²£¶£´ ÎÒÊÇÔÚµÀ·×ݺáµÄÊÀ½çÉÏ¡£ Ò¹À´ÁË¡£´ò¿ªÄúµÄÃŰɣ¬¼ÒÖ®ÊÀ½çºÇ£¡ I am in the world of the roads. The night comes. Open thy gate, thou world of the home.
£²£¶£µ ÎÒÒѾ³ª¹ýÁËÄúµÄ°×ÌìµÄ¸è¡£ ÔڻƻèµÄʱºò£¬ÈÃÎÒÄÃ×ÅÄúµÄµÆ×ß¹ý·çÓêÆ®Ò¡µÄµÀ·°É¡£ I have sung the songs of thy day. In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path.
£²£¶£¶ ÎÒ²»ÒªÇóÄã½øÎÒµÄÎÝÀï¡£ Äãµ½ÎÒÎÞÁ¿µÄ¹Â¼ÅÀïÀ´°É£¬Îҵİ®ÈË£¡ I do not ask thee into the house. Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.
£²£¶£· ËÀÍöÁ¥ÊôÓÚÉúÃü£¬ÕýÓëÉúÒ»Ñù¡£ ¾Ù×ãÊÇ×ß·£¬ÕýÈçÂä×ãÒ²ÊÇ×ß·¡£ Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
£²£¶£¸ ÎÒÒѾѧ»áÔÚ»¨ÓëÑô¹âÀï΢ÓïµÄÒâÒå¡£££ÔÙ½ÌÎÒÃ÷°×ÄãÔÚ¿àÓëËÀ ÖÐËù˵µÄ»°°É¡£ I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine -teach me to know thy words in pain and death.
£²£¶£¹ Ò¹µÄ»¨¶äÀ´ÍíÁË£¬µ±Ô糿ÎÇ×ÅËýʱ£¬Ëý²üÀõ×Å£¬Ì¾Ï¢ÁËÒ»Éù£¬Î®ÂäÔÚµØÉÏ ÁË¡£ The night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.
£²£·£° ´ÓÍòÎïµÄ³î¿àÖУ¬ÎÒÌý¼ûÁË¡°ÓÀºãĸÇס±µÄÉëÒ÷¡£ Through the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.
£²£·£± ´óµØÑ½£¬ÎÒµ½Äã°¶ÉÏʱÊÇÒ»¸öİÉúÈË£¬×¡ÔÚÄãÎÝÄÚʱÊÇÒ»¸ö±ö¿Í£¬À뿪Äã µÄÃÅʱÊÇÒ»¸öÅóÓÑ¡£ I came to your shore as a stranger, I lived in your house as a guest, I leave your door as a friend, my earth.
£²£·£² µ±ÎÒȥʱ£¬ÈÃÎÒµÄ˼Ïëµ½ÄãÄÇÀïÀ´£¬ÈçÄÇϦÑôµÄÓà¹â£¬Ó³ÔÚ³ÁĬµÄÐÇÌìµÄ ±ßÉÏ¡£ Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the after glow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
£²£·£³ ÔÚÎÒµÄÐÄͷȼµãÆðÄÇÐÝí¬µÄ»Æ»èÐǰɣ¬È»ºóÈúÚÒ¹ÏòÎÒ΢Óï×Ű®Çé¡£ Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper to me of love.
£²£·£´ ÎÒÊÇÒ»¸öÔÚºÚ°µÖеĺ¢×Ó¡£ ÎÒ´ÓÒ¹µÄ±»µ¥ÀïÏòÄúÉì³öÎÒµÄË«ÊÖ£¬Ä¸Çס£ I am a child in the dark. I stretch my hands through the coverlet of night for thee, Mother.
£²£·£µ °×ÌìµÄ¹¤×÷ÍêÁË¡£°ÑÎÒµÄÁ³ÑÚ²ØÔÚÄúµÄ±Û¼ä°É£¬Ä¸Çס£ ÈÃÎÒÈëÃΰɡ£ The day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother. Let me dream.
£²£·£¶ ¼¯»áʱµÄµÆ¹â£¬µãÁ˺ܾ㬻áɢʱ£¬µÆ±ãÁ¢¿ÌÃðÁË¡£ The lamp of meeting burns long; it goes out in a moment at the parting.
£²£·£· µ±ÎÒËÀʱ£¬ÊÀ½çѽ£¬ÇëÔÚÄãµÄ³ÁĬÖУ¬ÌæÎÒÁô×Å¡°ÎÒÒѾ°®¹ýÁË¡±Õâ¾ä»° °É¡£ One word keep for me in thy silence, O World, when I am dead, I have loved.
£²£·£¸ ÎÒÃÇÔÚÈȰ®ÊÀ½çʱ±ãÉú»îÔÚÕâÊÀ½çÉÏ¡£ We live in this world when we love it.
£²£·£¹ ÈÃËÀÕßÓÐÄDz»ÐàµÄÃû£¬µ«ÈÃÉúÕßÓÐÄDz»ÐàµÄ°®¡£ Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
£²£¸£° ÎÒ¿´¼ûÄ㣬ÏóÄǰëÐѵÄÓ¤º¢ÔÚÀèÃ÷µÄ΢¹âÀï¿´¼ûËûµÄĸÇ×£¬ÓÚÊÇ΢Ц¶øÓÖ Ë¯È¥ÁË¡£ I have seen thee as the half-awakened child sees his mother in the dusk of the dawn and then smiles and sleeps again.
£²£¸£± ÎÒ½«ËÀÁËÓÖËÀ£¬ÒÔÃ÷°×ÉúÊÇÎÞÇîÎÞ¾¡µÄ¡£ I shall die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.
£²£¸£² µ±ÎÒºÍÓµ¼·µÄÈËȺһͬÔÚ·ÉÏ×ß¹ýʱ£¬ÎÒ¿´¼ûÄú´ÓÑǫ̂ÉÏË͹ýÀ´µÄ΢Ц£¬ ÎҸ質×Å£¬ÍüÈ´ÁËËùÓеÄÐú»©¡£ While I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.
£²£¸£³ °®¾ÍÊdzäʵÁ˵ÄÉúÃü£¬ÕýÈçÊ¢ÂúÁ˾ƵľƱ¡£ Love is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.
£²£¸£´ ËûÃǵãÁËËûÃÇ×Ô¼ºµÄµÆ£¬ÔÚËûÃǵÄËÂÔºÄÚ£¬Ò÷³ªËûÃÇ×Ô¼ºµÄ»°Óï¡£ µ«ÊÇСÄñÃÇÈ´ÔÚÄãµÄ³¿¹âÖУ¬³ª×ÅÄãµÄÃû×Ö£¬££ÒòΪÄãµÄÃû×Ö±ãÊÇ¿ìÀÖ¡£ 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.
£²£¸£µ ÁìÎÒµ½ÄúµÄ³Á¼ÅµÄÖÐÐÄ£¬Ê¹ÎÒµÄÐijäÂúÁ˸è°É¡£ Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my heart with songs.
£²£¸£¶ ÈÃÄÇЩѡÔñÁËËûÃÇ×Ô¼ºµÄÑæ»ðßÐßеÄÊÀ½çµÄ£¬¾ÍÉú»îÔÚÄÇÀï°É¡£ ÎÒµÄÐÄ¿ÊÍû×ÅÄúµÄ·±ÐÇ£¬ÎÒµÄÉϵۡ£ Let them live who choose in their own hissing world of fireworks. My heart long s for thy stars, my God.
£²£¸£· °®µÄÍ´¿à»·ÈÆ×ÅÎÒµÄÒ»Éú£¬ÏóÐÚÓ¿µÄ´óº£ËƵسª£»¶ø°®µÄ¿ìÀÖÈ´ÏóÄñ¶ùÃÇ ÔÚ»°ÁÖÀïËÆµØ³ª×Å¡£ Love's pain sang round my life like the unplumbed sea, and love's joy sang like birds in its flowering groves.
£²£¸£¸ ¼ÙÈçÄúÔ¸Ò⣬Äú¾ÍϨÁ˵ưɡ£ ÎÒ½«Ã÷°×ÄúµÄºÚ°µ£¬¶øÇÒ½«Ï²°®Ëü¡£ Put out the lamp when thou wishest. I shall know thy darkness and shall love it.
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£²£¹£° ×ÜÓÐÒ»Ì죬ÎÒÒªÔÚ±ðµÄÊÀ½çµÄ³¿¹âÀï¶ÔÄ㳪µÀ£º¡°ÎÒÒÔǰÔÚµØÇòµÄ¹âÀ ÔÚÈ˵İ®ÀÒѾ¼û¹ýÄãÁË¡£¡± Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.
£²£¹£± ´Ó±ðµÄÈÕ×ÓÀïÆ®¸¡µÀÎÒµÄÉúÃüÀïµÄÔÆ£¬²»ÔÙÂäÏÂÓêµã»òÒýÆð·ç±©ÁË£¬È´Ö» ¸øÓèÎÒµÄϦÑôµÄÌì¿ÕÒÔÉ«²Ê¡£ Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.
£²£¹£² ÕæÀíÒýÆðÁË·´¶ÔËü×Ô¼ºµÄ¿ñ·çÖèÓ꣬Ädz¡·çÓ괵ɢÁËÕæÀíµÄ¹ã²¥µÄÖÖ×Ó¡£ Truth raises against itself the storm that scatters its seeds broadcast.
£²£¹£³ ×òÒ¹µÄ·çÓê¸ø½ñÈÕµÄÔ糿´÷ÉÏÁ˽ðÉ«µÄºÍƽ¡£ The storm of the last night has crowned this morning with golden peace.
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£²£¹£µ ËûÊÇÓи£µÄ£¬ÒòΪËûµÄÃûÍû²¢Ã»ÓбÈËûµÄÕæÊµ¸ü¹âÁÁ¡£ Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
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£²£¹£· ¾²ÇÄÇĵĺÚÒ¹¾ßÓÐĸÇ×µÄÃÀÀö£¬¶ø³³Äֵİ×Ìì¾ßÓк¢×ÓµÄÃÀÀö¡£ The silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day of the child.
£²£¹£¸ µ«ÈË΢Цʱ£¬ÊÀ½ç°®ÁËËû£»µ«Ëû´óЦʱÊÀ½ç±ãÅÂËûÁË¡£ The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him when he laughed.
£²£¹£¹ ÉñµÈ´ý×ÅÈËÔÚÖÇ»ÛÖÐÖØÐ»ñµÃͯÄê¡£ God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.
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