Traveling Back to the Dreamland吟詩頌曲歸夢園

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熱愛禱告的僕人 /魯米 作品
破曉時分
某富人想去洗個蒸汽浴，
便喚醒僕人辛古，吩咐他：
「曖，走吧。把浴盤、毛巾和黏土帶齊，我們到澡堂去洗個澡。」

新古馬上備齊所需的一切，
和主人並肩上路。

經過清真寺的時候，剛好呼喚人們禱告的鐘聲響起。辛古熱愛一天五次的禱告，便對主人說：
「主人，請你坐在長凳上稍後，
我念完《可蘭經》的第九十八章，便馬上出來。
那一章的開頭是：『用慈愛之心對待你的奴僕。』」

辛古在清真寺內禱告的當兒，
他主人則在外頭的長凳上坐著等。
禱告結束後，教士和信徒一一離開，
惟獨辛古一人還留著。
主人等了又等。最後，他往清真寺門內喊道：「辛古，你幹嘛還不出來？」
「我出不來，這裡面的一個智者不讓我出來，請再等一等。」
之後，主人又先後喊了七次，
而辛古的回答一律是：
「還不行，他還不讓我出來。」
「可是裡面除了你以外，並沒有其他的人啊！所有人都走光了，把你留在裡面這麼久的又是誰呢？」

「那把我留在裡面和把你留在外面的是同一個人。不讓你進來的和不讓我出去的是同ㄧ個人。」

大海不會讓魚兒離開，
正如它不會讓走獸進入。

走獸該活動的領域是陸地。

再大的聰明才智都改變不了這一點。
只有一個開鎖人，可以打開這個鎖。

停止你的算計。忘卻你的自我。
聆聽你「朋友」的話音。
當你完完全全順服於他，
你將會獲得自由。

The Servant Who Loves Prayer ~ Rumi

At dawn, some rich man wants to go to the steam room. 
He woke his servant Sunkur. 
"Hoo! Get moving! Get the basin, we'll go take a shower."

Sunqur immediately gathered what he needed and lined up by the roadside. 

As they passed the mosque,

"Please, master, rest on this bench for a while, I may recite the beginning of Surah 98, and the call to prayer rings out.

Sunqur likes his five prayers.
"You may be kind to your servant." "

The master sat on the bench outside, and Sunkur went in. 

After the prayer, the pastor and all the believers had left, and Sunqur remained inside. 

The master waited and waited, and finally he called to the mosque: "Sunkur! Why don't you come out?" "I can't. This wise man won't let me. Be patient. I hear you outside. '

The master waited seven times, then shouted. 

Same, Sunqur's reply is always "Not yet. He won't let me out yet."

"But there's no one inside but you. Everyone else is gone. Who let you sit for so long?"

"The one who left me here is the one who left you outside. The one who won't let you in That man won't let me out either."

The ocean won't let its fish go out on its own. It also keeps terrestrial animals out of places where delicate and delicate fish work. Land creatures stagger on the ground. 

No cleverness can change that. There is only one opener for locking these things.Lock down these issues with only one opener. 

Forget your numbers. 
Forget yourself. 
listen to your friends. 
When you submit to The ONE completely, you are free.

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自由 /紀伯倫 作品

一個演說家說，跟我們講講「自由」吧。
他回答說：
我看見你們在城門口和火爐邊，
頂禮膜拜自己的自由，
猶如奴隸卑微地屈膝於暴君面前，讚揚他，然後他殺害了奴隸。

是啊，在神殿的樹叢中，在城堡的陰影裡，
我見過你們當中最自由的人，
把自由像牛軛與手銬似地，套在自己身上。

而我的心在淌血，
因為唯有你覺悟到追尋自由的慾望成為你的束縛，
唯有你不再將自由視為目標和成就時，
你才能夠真正地自由。

的確，你的白天不免有牽掛，
你的夜晚仍有匱乏和憂傷，
當這些事情箍緊你的生活，
你卻能坦然超脫，不受羈絆，
那時你才是真正地自由。

你的了悟才見露曙光，
卻已被繫上正午的鎖鏈，
除非你能掙脫它們，
否則你如何超越白天與黑夜？
其實你所說的自由，
是這些鎖鏈中最牢固的一條，
只是它的鏈環在陽光下閃閃發亮，
眩惑了你的雙眼。

你為了獲取自由而拋棄的東西，
不就是自我的碎片嗎？
你要廢除的那條不公正的法律，
也是你當初親手寫在自己額頭上的，
哪怕是焚燒法律書籍，
或傾倒海水來沖洗法官的額頭，
你仍無法抹去不公的法律。

如果你想推翻一個暴君，
必先確知他建立在你心裡的王座已遭摧毀。
暴君如何能宰制自由且自豪的人民？
不就是因為人民的自由中隱藏了專橫，
驕傲中充滿了羞恥？

如果你想拋開顧慮，
那些顧慮也是你自己選的，不是別人給的。
如果你想驅除恐懼，
恐懼就坐落在你心中，
而不是在你懼怕的人手裡。

的確，存在於你生命中的一切，
你渴望的和害怕的，
你厭惡的和珍愛的，
你追求的和逃離的，
這些事物總是游移部定，若即若離。

這些東西在你心中不斷盤旋，
有如光和影成雙成對，相依相從。
一但影子消失不見，
徘徊不去的光線便成為另一道光的影子。
同樣的，當你的自由掙脫了它的腳鐐，
它便成為更大自由的枷鎖。

On Freedom  By Jubran

And an orator said, Speak to us of Freedom.
And he answered:
At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you prostrate yourself and
worship your own freedom,
Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant and praise him though he slays them.

Aye, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of the citadel
I have seen the freest among you
wear their freedom as a yoke and a handcuff.

And my heart bled within me;
for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you,
and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfillment.

You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief,
But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound.

And how shall you rise beyond your days and nights unless you break the chains which you at the dawn of your understanding have fastened around your noon hour?
In truth that which you call freedom is the strongest of these chains,
though its links glitter in the sun and dazzle your eyes.

And what is it but fragments of your own self you would discard that you may become free?
If it is an unjust law you would abolish, that law was written with your own hand upon your own forehead.
You cannot erase it by burning your law books nor by washing the foreheads of your judges, though you pour the sea upon them.

And if it is a despot you would dethrone,
see first that his throne erected within you is destroyed.
For how can a tyrant rule the free and the proud, but for a tyranny in their own freedom
and a shame in their own pride?

And if it is a care you would cast off,
that care has been chosen by you rather than imposed upon you.
And if it is a fear you would dispel,
the seat of that fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the feared.

Verily all things move within your being in constant half embrace,
the desired and the dreaded,
the repugnant and the cherished,
the pursued and that which you would escape.

These things move within you as lights and shadows in pairs that cling.
And when the shadow fades and is no more, the light that linger becomes a shadow to another light.
And thus you freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom.

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整天在下雨 / 阿倫. 劉易斯 作品

整天在下雨，遠戌邊塞，
窩在帳篷裏，鄉巴佬一樣無精打采，
防潮布和毯子鋪滿了泥地，
天濛濛亮一醒來就曉得
逃不了疾風細雨的襲擊，
吹得帆帳鼓起來又垂下，
拉桿繩子濕透而鬆垮。
整天與悄悄下著，
如波，如霧，如夢，
淋濕荊豆和石南，游絲似的雨絲沖
不掉橡子，卻忽然之間都叫狂野的西南風吹離了殼斗
淅淅瀝瀝打在篷頂，打在我們仰起的睡臉。
我們伸懶腰，脫了背帶舒舒肩，
抽一根地錦牌，補幾雙髒襪子，
讀星期天的報紙—-我看見一隻狐狸，
寫信回家順帶提上一句：---
談談女孩子，談談羅馬下彈雨，
想起寂寂無聞的死者和慫恿我們去屠殺的達官貴人，以及一群群難民;
—-時而幽幽地、悶悶地想他們，
同樣冷漠地想我們自己，
想我們過去日子
深愛的，也許明天仍然
深愛的人; 可是現在是雨
佔據了我們，黃昏細雨。

記憶中最親切最使我動心
莫如星期六看著孩子們在林裏
抖出燃燒的栗子帶回校園嬉戲，
還有鬆毛狗不厭其煩地尾隨我
下研席陡坡，又攀越蔥鬱的石垛
到達山肩，那裏愛德華.托馬斯悠然冥想美和死亡—直至一顆子彈停止了他的歌唱。

All Day It Has Rained   By Alun Lewis
All day it has rained, and we on the edge of the moors
Have sprawled in our bell-tents, moody and dull as boors,
Groundsheets and blankets spread on the muddy ground
And from the first grey wakening we have found
No refuge from the skirmishing fine rain
And the wind that made the canvas heave and flap
And the taut wet guy-ropes ravel out and snap.
All day the rain has glided, wave and mist and dream,
Drenching the gorse and heather, a gossamer stream
Too light to stir the acorns that suddenly
Snatched from their cups by the wild south-westerly
Pattered against the tent and our upturned dreaming faces.
And we stretched out, unbuttoning our braces,
Smoking a Woodbine, darning dirty socks,
Reading the Sunday papers—-I saw a fox
And mentioned it in the note I scribbled home;—
And we talked of girls and dropping bombs on Rome,
And thought of the quiet dead and the loud celebrities
Exhorting us to slaughter, and the herded refugees;
——Yet thought softly, morosely of them, and as indifferently
As of ourselves or those whom we
For years have loved, but now it is in the rain
Possesses us entirely, the twilight and the rain.
And I can remember nothing dearer or more to my heart
Than the children I watched in the woods on Saturday
Shaking down burning chestnuts for the schoolyard’s merry play,
Or the shaggy patient dog who followed me
By Sheet and Steep and up the wooded scree
To the Shoulder o’ Mutton where Edward Thomas brooded long
On death and beauty —-till a bullet stopped his song.


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讓我告訴你太陽是如何升起 / 艾蜜莉迪金生 作品
讓我告訴你太陽是如何升起
如彩帶一一綻放
教堂的尖頂泅泳於紫水晶
消息，像松鼠，奔跑
山巒鬆開她們的帽子
食米鳥—開始鳴唱—
於是我輕輕跟自己說
「那一定是太陽出來了！」
但他如何落下—我不知道
像有道紫彩階梯
瑩黃的童男女
不段地攀爬著直到他們爬到了對面
一位穿灰袍的牧師
才緩緩拉上夜晚的門閂
領其信眾向遠方消逝。


I’ll tell you how the sun rose/
 By Emily Dickinson

I’ll tell you how the sun rose
A Ribbon at a time
The Steeples swam in Amethyst
The news, like Squirrels, ran
The Hils untied their Bonnets
The Bobolinks—begun—
Then I said softly to myself
“ That must have been the Sun”
But how he set- I know not-
There seems a purple stile
That little Yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side,
A Dominie in Gray
Put gently up the evening Bars
And led the flock away

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備註：這首詩情緒較為激昂，不適合睡前聆聽，適合提振精神。
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希臘戰歌  拜倫作品
起來，希臘的兒男！
光榮時刻已到來，
要效法我們祖先，不枉作英豪後代！

起來，希臘的兒男！
揮戈向敵人迎戰，讓他們腥臭的血川像河水在腳下奔竄！

讓我們傲然抗拒
土耳其暴君的強權，讓祖國眼見她兒女
站起來，砸碎鎖鏈！
先王和先哲的英靈來檢閱這場決戰！
希臘的列祖列宗聽到號角的呼喚，
快從墳墓中重生，參加我們的戰鬥！
要攻克七山之城，奪回我們的自由！

起來，希臘的兒男！
揮戈向敵人迎戰，讓他們腥臭的血川
像河水在腳下奔竄！

醒來吧，斯巴達！
今天 你怎能高臥不起？
同你的老夥伴雅典快聯合起來抗敵！
把歷代謳歌的主君列奧尼達斯喚回，
他曾拯救過你們，何等剛強而可畏！
扼守在溫泉險關，他英勇牽制敵寇，
同波斯軍隊鏖戰，
讓祖國得保自由；他率領三百勇士，
戰鬥中始終挺立，像威猛暴怒的雄獅，
在滔滔血海中沈溺。

起來，希臘的兒男！
揮戈向敵人迎戰，讓他們腥臭的血川
像河水在腳下奔竄！

TRANSLATION OF THE FAMOUS GREEK WAR SONG 
By Byron

Sons of the Greeks, arise!
The glorious hour’s gone forth,
And, worthy of such ties,
Display who gave us birth.

Sons of Greeks! Let us go
In arms against the foe,
Till their hated blood shall flow
In a river past our feet.

Then manfully despising
The Turkish tyrant’s yoke,
Let your country see you rising,
And all her chains are broke.
Brave shades of chiefs and sages,
Behold the coming strife!
Hallenes of past ages,
Oh, start again to life!
At the sound of my trumpet, breaking
Your sleep, oh, join with me!
And the seven-hill’d city seeking,
Fight, conquer, till we’re free.

Sons of Greeks! Let us go
In arms against the foe,
Till their hated blood shall flow
In a river past our feet.

Sparta, Sparta, why in slumbers
Lethargic dolt thou lie?
Awake, and join thy numbers
With Athens, old ally!
Leonidas recalling,
That chief of ancient song,
Who saved ye once from falling,
The terrible! the strong!
Who made that bold diversion
In old Thermopylae,

And warring with the Persian
To keep his country free;
With his three hundred waging
The battle, long he stood,
And like a lion raging,
Expired in seas of blood.

Sons of Greeks!let us go
In arms against the foe,
Till their hated blood shall flow
In a river past our feet.

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泰戈爾
水手
船夫馬度的船停放在拉古尼碼頭。
船上裝滿一無用處的黃麻，已閒置在那兒好長一段時間了。
要是他願意把船借給我，我會為它裝上一百支船槳，揚起五面、六面、七面船
帆。
我絕不會將這艘船開進愚蠢的市集。
我要航向童話世界裡的七大洋與十三條江河。
然而，媽媽，您別躲在角落為我哭泣。
我不會像羅摩犍陀羅跑到森林裡，十四年後才回來。
我將變成故事中的王子，船上載滿我喜歡的東西。
我還會帶上我的朋友阿蘇，一起快快樂樂地航行過童話故事裡的七大洋與十三條江河。
我們會在破曉晨曦中揚帆出發。
當您午間在池中沐浴時，我們應該已到了一個陌生的國度。
我們會經過特普尼特灘，將特潘塔沙漠拋在我們身後。
當天色漸暗，我們歸來之時，我會告訴您許多我們的所見所聞。
我將航行過童話故事裡的七大洋與十三條江河。

THE SAILOR
The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj.
It is uselessly laden with jute, and has been lying there idle for ever so long.
If he would only lend me his boat, I should man her with a hundred oars, and hoist sails, five or six or seven.
Ｉshould never steer her to stupid markets.
I should sail the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of fairyland.

But, mother, you won’t weep for me in a corner.
 I am not going into the forest like Ramachandra to come back 
only after fourteen years. 
I shall become the prince of the story, and fill my boat with 
whatever I like. 
I shall take my friend Ashu with me. We shall sail merrily 
across the ever seas and the thirteen rivers of fairyland. 
We shall set sail in the early morning light. 

When at noontide you are bathing at the pond, we shall be in 
the land of a strange king. 
We shall pass the ford of Tirpurni, and leave behind us the 
desert of Tepantar. 
When we come back it will be getting dark, and I shall tell 
you of all that we have seen. 
I shall cross the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of 
fairyland.

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阿卡狄的叢林已經死去
他們古老的歡樂也已過去
世界靠夢想懷古不已
灰色真理是她塗彩的玩具
但她那不安的頭仍在轉動
噢，世上有病的孩兒們
所有一切變動的事物中
按克羅諾斯陳腔濫調
令人厭倦地旋舞而去
唯有詞章真正美麗

黷武的君王如今安在
他們嘲弄詞章-老天爺
黷武的君王如今安在？
兒童讀糾纏不清的故事
結結巴巴說出的一句廢話
就是那些君王的光榮
舊時代的君王已經死了

也許轉悠的地球本身
不過是突然燃燒的字眼
一瞬間聽見貝克朗一聲
驚擾了無窮無盡的夢幻

因此崇拜塵封的遺跡
並不聰明，這也是真的
毋須去奮力追求真理
你一切辛勞只會在夢上加夢
只有你心中存在真理
因此不必向占星家學習
他們用天文鏡追蹤流星旋轉的路
因此這也是真的，不去聽
他們的話-冰冷的星毒
已經劈開了、分裂了他們的心靈
他們關於人的真理已經死盡

到淺吟清唱的海邊
去撿些曲折的、暗藏著回音的貝殼
將你的故事對著它的唇訴說
他們會成為你的安慰者
一瞬間把你煩惱的字句
重鑄成優美的曲調
直到他們哀傷地唱著消隱
和珍珠兄弟死在一道
為了真正美麗的字句
唱吧，因為這也是真理
我得走了！在一座墳上
百合和黃水仙飄盪
我將取悅於不幸的牧神
用快樂的歌聲迎接曙光
他葬身於睡意濃濃的土下方：
我還夢見他行走草地
在露水間幽魂般遊盪
浸透了我快樂的歌吟
關於古老土地的多夢的青春
啊，她不再作夢了，你作夢吧！
因為山崖上罌粟花開得美麗
夢吧，夢吧，因為這也是真理

The Song of the happy shepherd

The woods of Arcady are dead,
And over is their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Grey Truth is now her painted toy;
Yet still she turns her restless head:
But O， sick children of the world,
Of all the many changing things
In dreary dancing past us whirled,
To the cracked tune that Chronos sings,
Words alone are certain good.
Where are now the warring kings,
Word be-mockers？—By the Rood
Where are now the warring kings?
An idle word is now their glory,
By the stammering schoolboy said,
Reading some entangled story:
The kings of the old time are dead;
The wandering earth herself may be
Only a sudden flaming word,
In clanging space a moment heard,
Troubling the endless reverie.

Then nowise worship dusty deeds,
Nor seek, for this is also sooth,
To hunger fiercely after truth,
Lest all thy toiling only breeds
New dreams, new dreams; there is no truth
Saving in thine own heart. Seek, then,
No learning from the starry men,
Who follow with the optic glass
The whirling ways of stars that pass —
Seek, then, for this is also sooth,
No word of theirs—the cold star-bane
Has cloven and rent their hearts in twain,
And dead is all their human truth.
Go gather by the humming sea
Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell,
And to its lips thy story tell,
And they thy comforters will be,
Rewording in melodious guile
Thy fretful words a little while，
Till they shall singing fade in ruth
And die a pearly brotherhood;
For words alone are certain good：
Sing, then, for this is also sooth.

I must be gone: there is a grave
Where daffodil and lily wave,
And I would please the hapless faun,
Buried under the sleepy ground,
With mirthful songs before the dawn.
His shouting days with mirth were crowned;
And still I dream he treads the lawn,
Walking ghostly in the dew,
Pierced by my glad singing through,
My songs of old earth‘s dreamy youth:
But ah! she dreams not now; dream thou!
For fair are poppies on the brow:
Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.

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Hi, I'm Castor. Traveling Back to the Dreamland is co-hosted by Gwen and me. It is a poetry show and will be updated every Friday night.
This show contains only the poems, our voices and my music composition.
There won't be any deconstruction, analysis or our own thoughts on the poems. Just pure delivery.
We share the refinement from the poets' point of view with you through this show, and hope that the audience will get back to peace and sensation by listening to this show. We expect you to remain your beliefs and realize your dreams on and on.
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