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献给莱翁・维尔特

请孩子们原谅我把这本书献给了一个大人。我有一个正当的理由：这个大人是我在世界上最好的朋友。我还有另一个理由：这个大人什么都懂；即使儿童读物也懂。我还有第三个理由；这个大人住在法国，他在那里忍冻挨饿。他很需要有人安慰。要是这些理由还不够充分，我就把这本书献给这个大人曾经做过的孩子。每个大人都是从做孩子开始的。（然而，记得这事的又有几个呢？）因此，我把我的献词改为：

献给还是小男孩时的莱翁・维尔特

So this life has given everyone a present

Beautiful, shiny and new

Everyone but you

Golden ribbons, diamonds

Line everyone's path

That leads to wide open doors

Everyone's but yours

Wide open doors

Hold on

Keep on

Even when the road seems very long

Open your eyes

Even if it's cold now

There's one thing you should know

Rain will turn into snow

All the rain turns to snow

所有人生都给了每个人一份礼物

美丽、闪耀、又新颖

除了你之外的所有人

金色丝带、钻石

引领路径

到敞开的门户

除了你之外的所有人

到敞开的门户

坚持下去

继续

即使道路似乎很长

睁开眼睛

即使现在很冷

你应该知道这么一件事

雨会变成雪

所有的雨都变成了雪

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found

A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,

Killed. It had been in the long grass.

I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.

Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world

Unmendably. Burial was no help:

Next morning I got up and it did not.

The first day after a death, the new absence

Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind

While there is still time.

在天晴了的时候，

该到小径中去走走：

给雨润过的泥路，

一定是凉爽又温柔；

炫耀着新绿的小草，

已一下子洗净了尘垢；

不再胆怯的小白菊，

慢慢地抬起它们的头，

试试寒，试试暖，

然后一瓣瓣地绽透；

抖去水珠的凤蝶儿

在木叶间自在闲游，

把它的饰彩的智慧书页

曝着阳光一开一收。

到小径中去走走吧，

在天晴了的时候；

赤着脚，携着手，

踏着新泥，涉过溪流。

新阳推开了阴霾了，

溪水在温风中晕皱，

看山间移动的暗绿——

云的脚迹——它也在闲游。

THE world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.

It becomes small as one song,

as one kiss of the eternal.

O TROUPE of little vagrants of the world,

leave your footprints in my words.

IF you shed tears when you miss the sun,

you also miss the stars.

ONCE we dreamt that we were strangers.

We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

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 sigh.

IT is the tears of the earth

that keep her smiles in bloom.

THE mighty desert is burning

for the love of a blade of grass

who shakes her head and laughs

and flies away.

THE sands in your way beg for your song

and your movement, dancing water.

Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

HER wistful face haunts my dreams

like the rain at night.

SORROW is hushed into peace in my heart

like the evening among the silent trees.