第1个回答 2010-04-23
The Music Within
By Lester E.Garrett
Life...What is it?
See it in the colors of autumn,
A gentle snowfall in winter,
A sudden shower in spring,
The radiance of a summer day.
Behold it in the laughter Of the young and the old.
Know of it in a surge of hope,
The blessings that are bountiful.
What is life?
It is joy,awareness,
And the music within.
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心灵深处的音乐
生命是什么?
它浸染在五彩缤纷的秋色里,
飘融在轻柔无语的冬雪中,
在阵阵春雨里,
在绚丽夏日中。
它包含在老人爽朗的笑声里,
也隐匿在孩子们天真的嬉戏中。
它汹涌在人们的希望里,
它荡漾在美好的祝福中,
生命是什么?
是欢乐,是领悟,
是心灵深处的音乐。
Hope Is the Thing with Feathers
——Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers希望长着羽毛
That perches in the soul, 栖在灵魂里,
And sings the tune without the words, 唱着无词的乐曲,
And never stops at all. 从来不停息。
And sweetest in the gale is heard; 风越大声越甜;
And sore must be the storm寻常的风暴
That could abash the little bird 休想吓倒这双
That kept so many warm. 温暖众生的小鸟。
I’ve heard it in the chillest land, 我曾听她在最寒带,
And on the strangest sea; 最陌生的海上;
Yet, never, in extremity, 却从不因为潦倒,
It asked a crumb of me. 向我乞讨丝毫。
第2个回答 2010-04-23
泰戈尔的。。
这一天是不快活的。光在蹙额的云下,如一个被责打的儿童,灰白的脸
上留着泪痕;风又号叫着,似一个受伤的世界的哭声。但是我知道,我正
跋涉着去会我的朋友。
Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a
punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of
the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am travelling
to meet my Friend.
我攀登上高峰,发现在名誉的荒芜不毛的高处,简直找不到一个遮身之地。
我的引导者呵,领导着我在光明逝去之前,进到沉静的山谷里去吧。在那里,一
生的收获将会成熟为黄金的智慧。
I have scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren
height. Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of
quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom.
第3个回答 2010-04-23
SPRING
Thomas Nash
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street theses tunes our ears do greet,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Spring! the sweet Spring!
春
托马斯.纳什(郭沫若 译)
春,甘美之春,一年之中的尧舜,
处处都有花树,都有女儿环舞,
微寒但觉清和,佳禽争着唱歌,
啁啁,啾啾,哥哥,割麦、插一禾!
榆柳呀山楂,打扮着田舍人家,
羊羔嬉游,牧笛儿整日价吹奏,
百鸟总在和鸣,一片悠扬声韵,
啁啁,啾啾,哥哥,割麦、插一禾!
郊原荡漾香风,雏菊吻人脚踵,
情侣作对成双,老妪坐晒阳光,
走向任何通衢,都有歌声悦耳,
啁啁,啾啾,哥哥,割麦、插一禾!
春!甘美之春!