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I am forever walking upon these shores,
Between the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain forever.
我永远走在这海岸上，在沙与沫之间
潮水涨起抹去我的足迹
海风吹走了泡沫
但永恒的是海与岸
Once I filled my hand with mist.
Then I opened it and lo, the mist was a worm.
And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird.
And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face, turned upward.
And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it there was naught but mist.
But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness.
曾经我的手中满是迷雾
我展开手时，迷雾是一条虫
我的手握了又展，看到的是一只鸟
我再次将手握了又展，空空之中伫立着一人，满面愁容，昂首向天
再一次，我握紧了手，张开却一无所有，只剩下迷雾
但，我听到了一首歌，温柔无比

It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life.
Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.
They say to me in their awakening,"You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them,"I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me,"Who are you?"
就在昨天，我还以为我只是碎屑一片，颤抖在生命的苍穹之中，毫无节奏
而今我已明白，我就是苍穹，生命全然是律动的碎片，就在我之中
他们醒来时对我说：“你和你存在的世界，只是沙粒，在无边之岸，无涯之海。”
在睡梦中我对他们说：“我正是无涯之海，世上万物只不过是我岸上的万千沙粒。”
独独一次，我被迫沉默了。“你是谁？”那时一个人这样问我。
The first thought of God was an angel.
The first word of God was a man.
We were fluttering, wandering, longing creatures a thousand thousand years before the sea and the wind in the forest gave us words.
Now how can we express the ancient of days in us with only the sounds of our yesterdays?
The Sphinx spoke only once, and the Sphinx said,"A grain of sand is a desert, and a desert is a grain of sand; and now let us all be silent again."
I heard the Sphinx, but I did not understand.
上帝的第一个念头是天使。
上帝的第一个词语是人。
在大海和林间的风带给我们语言之前的千万年中，我们只是一群生物，飘荡着，徘徊着，寻求着。
而今，仅用昨日之声，我们怎样才能描述我们心中的远古时光呢？
斯芬克斯只说过一次话，斯芬克斯说：“一粒沙是一个沙漠，一个沙漠是一粒沙。现在就让我们再次沉默吧。”
我听到了斯芬克斯的话，却不懂得。
Long did I lie in the dust of Egypt, silent and unaware of the seasons.
Then the sun gave me birth, and I rose and walked upon the banks of the Nile,
Singing with the days and dreaming with the nights.
And now the sun threads upon me with a thousand feet that I may lie again in the dust of Egypt.
But behold a marvel and a riddle!
The very sun that gathered me cannot scatter me.
Still erect am I, and sure of foot do I walk upon the banks of the Nile.
我长久地躺在埃及的尘埃中，沉默着，忘了季节。
直到太阳给我新生，我起身行走，沿着尼罗河之岸。和白昼一起歌唱，和黑夜一起做梦。如今太阳又用千万只脚把我践踏，我将再次躺在埃及的尘埃中。
但，请看吧，一个奇迹，一个谜。
将我凝聚的太阳无法将我驱散。
依然伫立是我，稳稳地行走，沿着尼罗河之岸。
Remembrance is a form of meeting.
Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.
回忆是一种相见。
忘却是一种自由。
We measure time according to the movement of countless suns; and they measure time by little machines in their little pockets.
Now tell me, how could we ever meet at the same place and the same time?
Space is not space between the earth and the sun to one who looks down from the windows of the Milky Way.
Humanity is a river of light running from the ex-eternity to eternity.
Do not the spirits who dwell in the ether envy man his pain?
我们按照太阳无穷的运动感知时间，他们依靠口袋里小小的仪器测量时间。
告诉我，我们如何相遇于同时同地？
在一个从银河之窗俯瞰的人眼中，宇宙不是地球和太阳之间的宇宙。
人性是一条光河，在不朽之前向着不朽流淌。
来往于上界的精灵们，难道不羡慕人世间的痛苦？
On my way to the Holy City I met another pilgrim and I asked him,"Is this indeed the way to the Holy City?"
And he said,"Follow me, and you will reach the Holy City in a day and a night."
And I followed him. And we walked many days and many nights, yet we did not reach the Holy City.
And what was to my surprise he became angry with me because he had misled me.
Make me, oh God, the prey of the lion, ere You make the rabbit my prey.
One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night.
在去往圣城的路上，我遇到另一个朝圣者，便问他：“这真的是去往圣城的路吗？”
他说：“跟着我，再过一个昼夜你将到达圣城。”
我跟着他，走了许多昼夜，然而我们并未抵达圣城。
而让我惊讶的是，他带我误入迷路，并迁怒于我。
神啊，就让我做狮子的猎物吧，不然就让兔子成为我的俘食。
除了黑夜之路，无人能抵达黎明。
My house says to me,"Do not leave me, for here dwells your past."
And the road says to me,"Come and follow me, for I am your future."
And I say to both my house and the road,"I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my going. Only love and death will change all things."
我的房子对我说：“不要离开我，这里住着你的过去。”
道路对我说：“来吧，跟着我，我正是你的未来。”
我对我的房子和道路说：“我既无过去，也无未来。若我停留，停留里有我的前行。若我前行，前行里有我的停留。唯有爱和死才能改变一切。”
How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?
Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.
那些沉睡者，羽毛上之梦并不比泥土上之梦更美，我又怎能对生命的公正丧失信仰？
奇怪了，向往必然的愉悦正是我痛苦的一部分。
Seven times have I despised my soul:
The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height.
The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled.
The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy.
The fourth time when she c
