《飛鳥集》261—270

讓你的音樂如一柄利刃 , 直刺入市井喧擾的心中吧 .

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

262

這樹的顫動(dòng)之葉 , 觸動(dòng)著我的心 , 象一個(gè)嬰兒的手指 .

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

263

小花睡在塵土里 .

它尋求蛺蝶走的道路 .

The little flower lies in the dust.

It sought the path of the butterfly.

264

我是在道路縱橫的世界上 .

夜來了 . 打開您的門吧 , 家之世界呵!

I am in the world of the roads.

The night comes. Open thy gate, thou world of the home.

265

我已經(jīng)唱過了您的白天的歌 .

在黃昏的時(shí)候 , 讓我拿著您的燈走過風(fēng)雨飄搖的道路吧 .

I have sung the songs of thy day.

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

266

我不要求你進(jìn)我的屋里 .

你到我無量的孤寂里來吧 , 我的愛人!

I do not ask thee into the house.

Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.

267

死亡隸屬于生命 , 正與生一樣 .

舉足是走路 , 正如落足也是走路 .

Death belongs to life as birth does.

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

268

我已經(jīng)學(xué)會(huì)在花與陽光里微語的意義 . --再教我明白你在苦與死

中所說的話吧 .

I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine---teach me to know thy words in pain and death.

269

夜的花朵來晚了 , 當(dāng)早晨吻著她時(shí) , 她顫栗著 , 嘆息了一聲 , 萎落在地上

了 .

The night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.

270

從萬物的愁苦中 , 我聽見了“永恒母親”的呻吟 .

Through the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.