Walk on.

Let's not turn back.

There is no need

For us to ask the waves

To keep our footprints

As many as possible.

Walk on.

Let's not turn back.

There is no need

For us to ask the rocks

To record our joy

And our sorrow.

Walk on.

Walk towards the sun.

Let's ask the white clouds

To tell our later generations.

Wherever we are,

Whenever we are,

We

Have never abandoned seeking,

Have never stopped marching on.

走

不必回头

无需叮咛海浪

要把我们的脚印

尽量保留

走

不必回头

无需嘱咐礁石

记下我们的欢乐

我们的忧愁

走

向着太阳走

让白云告诉后人吧

无论在什么地方

无论在什么时候

我们

从未停止过前进

从未放弃过追求

It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout

The world and gives birth to shapes innumerable

In the infinite sky.

It is this sorrow of separation that gazes

In silence all nights from star to star，

And becomes lyric among rustling leaves

In rainy darkness of July.

It is this overspreading pain that

Deepens into loves and desires,

Into sufferings and joy in human homes;

And this it is that ever melts and

Flows in songs through my poet’s heart.

离别的创痛笼罩了整个世界，

无边的天宇变得姿态万千。

正是这离愁，夜夜默望着星辰，

并在七月雨夜的萧萧叶片间化做抒情诗。

正是这弥漫的离恨，

深化为爱和欲，成为人间的苦乐。

正是它通过我诗人的心灵，

融化成曲，喷薄而出。

Wine comes in at the mouth,
And Love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth,
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
美酒入口中，
爱情含在眼；
那是我们所知的真理，
在我们老去或死亡之前。
将杯举至唇边，
看着你，我叹息。

我想和你虚度时光》作者：李元胜，译者：刘敬源

Love is patient; love is kind.

爱是恒久忍耐，又有恩慈。

It does not envy; it does not boast; 

it is not proud.

爱是不嫉妒，爱是不自夸，不张狂。

It is not rude; it is not self-seeking; 

it is not easily angered; 

it keeps no record of wrongs.

不作害羞的事，不求自己的益处，不轻易发怒，不计算⼈的恶。

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

不喜欢不义，只喜欢真理。

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

凡事包容，凡事相信，凡事盼望，凡事忍耐。

Love never fails.

爱是永不止息。

What can I hold you with?

I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs.

I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.

I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honoured in marble: my father's father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow; my mother's grandfather -just twentyfour- heading a charge of three hundred men in Perú, now ghosts on vanished horses.

I offer you whatever insight my books may hold. whatever manliness or humour my life.

I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.

I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved somehow -the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.

I offer you explanationsof yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself.

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

我用什么才能留住你?

我给你贫穷的街道、绝望的日落、破败郊区的月亮。

我给你一个久久地望着孤月的人的悲哀。

我给你我已死去的先辈,人们用大理石纪念他们的幽灵:

在布宜诺斯艾利斯边境阵亡的我父亲的父亲,两颗子弹射穿了他的胸膛,蓄着胡子的他死去了,士兵们用牛皮裹起他的尸体;我母亲的祖父——时年二十四岁——在秘鲁率领三百名士兵冲锋,如今都成了消失的马背上的幽灵。

我给你我写的书中所能包含的一切悟力、我生活中所能有的男子气概或幽默。

我给你一个从未有过信仰的人的忠诚。

我给你我设法保全的我自己的核心——不营字造句,不和 梦想交易,不被时间、欢乐和逆境触动的核心。

我给你,早在你出生前多年的一个傍晚看到的一朵黄玫瑰的记忆。

我给你你对自己的解释,关于你自己的理论,你自己的真实而惊人的消息。

我给你我的寂寞、我的黑暗、我心的饥渴;我试图用困惑、危险、失败来打动你。

王尔德 | 我知道我们会再一次相见，在某一个神圣的永恒

The True Knowledge

Thou knowest all: —I seek in vain

What lands to till or sow with seed;

The land is black with briar and weed,

Nor cares for falling tears or rain.

Thou knowest all; —I sit and wait

With blinded eyes and hands that fail,

Till the last lifting of the veil

That hangs before God's holy gate.

Thou knowest all: —I cannot see;

I trust I shall not live in vain:

I know that we shall meet again

In some divine eternity.

真实的知识

你洞悉一切：——我却徒然寻找

可以耕耘或者播种的土地；

这黑土地长满荆棘和杂草，

无须担心掉落的是雨水还是泪滴。

你洞悉一切：——我却还在坐等，

双手残废，两眼失明，

直到上帝神圣的大门上

那一块帘幔最后一次被掀开。

你洞悉一切：——我却懵然无知；

我相信我不会虚度一生：

我知道我们会再一次相见，

在某一个神圣的永恒。

------Emily Dickinson
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away，
Nor any courses like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

没有一艘非凡的战舰，

能像一册书籍，把我们带到浩瀚的天地。

也没有一匹神奇的坐骑，

能像一页诗扉，带我们领略人世的真谛。

即令你一贫如洗，

也没有任何栅栏能阻挡

你在书的王国遨游的步履。

By Roy Croft

I love you,
Not for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

我爱你，
不光因为你的样子，
还因为，
和你在一起时，我的样子。

I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.

我爱你，
不光因为你为我而做的事，
还因为，
为了你，我能做成的事。

I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;

我爱你，
因为你能唤出，
我最真的那部分。

I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over

我爱你，
因为你穿越我心灵的旷野，
如同阳光穿越水晶般容易。

All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help

Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light

我的傻气，我的弱点，
在你的目光里几乎不存在。
而我心里最美丽的地方，
却被你的光芒照得通亮。

All the beautiful belongings

That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.

别人都不曾费心走那么远，
别人都觉得寻找太麻烦，
所以没人发现过我的美丽，
所以没人到过这里。

Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;

我爱你，
因为你将我的生活化腐朽为神奇。
因为有你，
我的生命，
不再是平凡的旅店，
而成为了恢弘的庙宇。

Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

我日复一日的工作里，
不再充满抱怨，
而是美妙的旋律。

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.

我爱你，
因为你比信念更能使我的生活变得无比美好，
因为你比命运更能使我的生活变得充满欢乐。

You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.

而你做出这一切的一切，
不费一丝力气，
一句言辞，
一个暗示。

You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.

你做出这一切的一切，
只是因为你就是你，
毕竟，
这也许就是朋友的含义。