Stray Birds飞鸟集

Death belongs to life as birth does.

The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

死亡隶属于生命，正与生一样。

举足是走路，正如落足也是走路。

I do not ask you into the house.

Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.

我不要求你进我的屋里。

你到我无量的孤寂里来吧，我的爱人！

I have sung the songs of your day.

In the evening let me carry your lamp through the stormy path.

我已经唱过了您的白天的歌。

在黄昏的时候，让我拿着您的灯走过风雨飘摇的道路吧。

I am in the world of the roads.

The night comes. Open your gate, you world of the home.

我是在道路纵横的世界上。

夜来了。打开您的门吧，家之世界呵！

The little flower lies in the dust.

It sought the path of the butterfly.

小花睡在尘土里。

它寻求蛱蝶(jiá)走的道路。

The trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an infant child.

这树的颤动之叶，触动着我的心，象一个婴儿的手指。

Let your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its heart.

让你的音乐如一柄利刃，直刺入市井喧扰的心中吧。

Wayside grass, love the star, then your dreams will come out in flowers.

道旁的草，爱那天上的星吧，你的梦境便可在花朵里实现了。

My heart, with its lapping waves of son, longs to caress this green world of the sunny day.

我的心，同着它的歌的拍拍舐岸的波浪，渴望着要抚爱这个阳光熙和的绿色世界。

The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.

虚伪永远不能凭借它生长在权力中而变成真实。