I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had ceased. In the morning I woke up and found my garden full with wonders of fowers.
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你手里的光阴是无限的，我的主，你的分秒是无法计算的。
夜去明来，时代像花开花落，你晓得怎样来等待。
你的世纪，一个接着一个，来完成一朵小小的野花。
我们的光阴不能浪费，因为没有时间，我们必须争取机缘。我们太穷苦了，决不可迟到。
因此，当我把时间让给每一个性急的、向我索要时间的人，我的时间就虚度了，最后你的神坛上就没有一点祭品。
一天过去，我赶忙前来，怕你的门已经关闭，但是我发现时间还有充裕。
Time is endless in thy hands， my lord. There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like fowers. Thou know how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild fower.
We have no time to lose， and having no time we must scramble for a chances. We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by while I give it to every querulous man who claims it， and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate to be shut； but I fnd that yet there is time.
83
圣母呵，我要把我悲哀的眼泪穿成珠链，挂在你的颈上。
星星把光明做成足镯，来装扮你的双足，但是我的珠链要挂在你的胸前。
名利自你而来，也全凭你的予取。但这悲哀却完全是我自己的，当我把它当作祭品献给你的时候，你就以你的恩慈来酬谢我。
Mother， I shall weave a chain of pearls for thy neck with my tears of sorrow.
The stars have wrought their anklets of light to deck thy feet， but mine will hang upon thy breast.
Wealth and fame come from thee and it is for thee to give or to withhold them. But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own， and when I bring it to thee as my offering thou reward me with thy grace.
84
离愁弥漫世界，在无际的天空中生出无数的情境。
就是这离愁整夜地悄望星辰，在七月阴雨之中，萧萧的树籁变成抒情的诗歌。
就是这笼压弥漫的痛苦，加深而成为爱、欲，而成为人间的苦乐；就是它永远通过诗人的心灵，融化流涌而成为诗歌。
It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout the world and gives birth to shapes innumerable in the infnite sky.
It is this sorrow of separation that gazes in silence all nights from star to star and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in rainy darkness of July.
It is this overspreading pain that deepens into loves and desires， into sufferings and joy in human homes； and this it is that ever melts and fows in songs through my poet's heart.
85
当战士们从他们主公的明堂里走出来，他们的武力藏在哪里呢？他们的甲胄和干戈藏在哪里呢？
他们显得无助、可怜，当他们从他们主公的明堂走出的那一天，如雨的箭矢向着他们飞射。
当战士们整队走回他们主公的明堂里的时候，他们的武力藏在哪里呢？
他们放下了刀剑和弓矢；和平在他们的额上放光，当他们整队走回他们主公的明堂的那一天，他们把他们生命的果实留在后面了。
When the warriors came out frst from their master's hall， where had they hid their power？Where were their armour and their arms？
They looked poor and helpless， and the arrows were showered upon them on the day they came out from their master's hall.
When the warriors marched back again to their master's hall where did they hide their power？
They had dropped the sword and dropped the bow and the arrow； peace was on their foreheads， and they had left the fruits of their life behind them on the day they marched back again to their master's hall.
86
死亡，你的仆人，来到我的门前。他渡过不可知的海洋临到我家，来传达你的召令。
夜色沉黑，我心中畏惧——但是我要端起灯来，开起门来，鞠躬欢迎他。因为站在我门前的是你的使者。
我要含泪地合掌礼拜他，我要把我心中的财产，放在他脚前，来礼拜他。
他的使命完成了就要回去，在我的晨光中留下了阴影。在我萧条的家里，只剩下孤独的我，作为最后献你的祭品。
Death， thy servant， is at my door. He has crossed the unknown sea and brought thy call to my home.
The night is dark and my heart is fearful— yet I will take up the lamp， open my gates and bow to him my welcome. It is thy messenger who stands at my door.
I will worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart.
He will go back with his errand done， leaving a dark shadow on my morning； and in my desolate home only my forlorn self will remain as my last offering to thee.
87
在无望的希望中，我在房里的每一个角落找她，我找不到她。
我的房子很小，一旦丢了东西就永远找不回来。
但是你的房子是无边无际的，我的主，为着找她，我来到了你的门前。
我站在你薄暮金色的天穹下，向你抬起渴望的眼。
我来到了永恒的边涯，在这里万物不灭——无论是希望，是幸福，或是从泪眼中望见的人面。
呵，把我空虚的生命浸到这海洋里吧，跳进这最深的完满里吧。让我在宇宙的完整里，感觉一次那失去的温馨的接触吧。
In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my room； I fnd her not.
My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion， my lord， and seeking her I have to come to thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish— no hope， no happiness， no vision of a face seen through tears.
Oh， dip my emptied life into that ocean， plunge it into the deepest fullness. Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe.
88
破庙里的神呵！七弦琴的断线不再弹唱赞美你的诗歌。晚钟也不再宣告礼拜你的时间，你周围的空气是寂静的。
流荡的春风来到你荒凉的居所。它带来了香花的消失——就是那素来供养你的香花，现在却无人来呈献了。
你的礼拜者，那些漂泊的旅人，永远在企望那还未得到的恩典。黄昏来到，灯光明灭于尘影之中，他困乏地带着饥饿的心回到这破庙里来。
许多佳节都在静默中来到，破庙里的神呵。许多礼拜之夜，也在无火无灯中度过了。
精巧的艺术家，造了许多新的神像，当他们的末日来到了，便被抛入遗忘的圣河里。
只有破庙的神遗留在无人礼拜的、不死的冷淡之中。
Deity of the ruined temple！ The broken strings of Vina sing no more your praise. The bells in the evening proclaim not your time of worship.The air is still and silent about you.
In your desolate dwelling comes the vagrant spring breeze. It brings the tidings of fowers— the flowers that for your worship are offered no more.
Your worshipper of old wanders ever longing for favour still refused. In the eventide， when fres and shadows mingle with the gloom of dust， he wearily comes back to the ruined temple with hunger in his heart.
Many a festival day comes to you in silence， deity of the ruined temple. Many a night of worship goes away with lamp unlit.
Many new images are built by masters of cunning art and carried to the holy stream of oblivion when their time is come.
Only the deity of the ruined temple remains unworshipped in deathless neglect.
89
我不再高谈阔论了——这是我主的意旨。从那时起我轻声细语，我心里的话要用歌曲低唱出来。
人们急急忙忙地到国王的市场上去，买卖的人都在那里，但在工作正忙的正午，我就早早地离开。
那就让花朵在我的园中开放，虽然花时未到，让蜜蜂在中午奏起它们慵懒的嗡哼。
我曾把充分的时间，用在理欲交战里，但如今是我暇日游侣的雅兴，把我的心拉到它那里去；我也不知道这忽然的召唤，会引到什么突出的奇景。
No more noisy， loud words from me— such is my master's will. Henceforth I deal in whispers.The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.
Men hasten to the King's market. All the buyers and sellers are there.But I have my untimely leave in the middle of the day， in the thick of work.