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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 sign.
夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞走了。
秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。
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The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。
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If you shed tears when you miss the sun,you also miss the stars.
如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。
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The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement,dancing water.
Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。
你肯挟瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？
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Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
她的热切的脸，夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。
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Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。
我们醒了，却知道我们原来都是相亲相爱的。
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Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。
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"What language is thine,O sea?"
"The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer,O sky?"
"The language of eternal silence."
“海水呀，你说的是什么？”
“是永恒的疑问。”
“天空呀，你回答的话是什么？”
“是永恒的沉默。”
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Listen, my heart, to the whispers of world with which it makes love to you.
静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。
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The mystery of ceration is like the darkness of night ——it is great.
Delusions of kowledge are like the fog of the morning.
创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗——是伟大的。
而知识的幻影却不过如晨间之雾。
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I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment,nods to me and goes.
我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会儿，向我点点头又走过去了。
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What you are you do not see , what you see is your shadow.
你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。
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That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
我的存在，对我是一个永久的神奇，这就是生活。
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The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
鸟儿愿为一朵云。
云儿愿为一只鸟。
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The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
群星不怕显得像萤火那样。
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In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled mist and rain.
这寡独的黄昏，幕着雾与雨，我在我的心的孤寂里，感觉到它的叹息。
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We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
我们把世界看错了，反说它欺骗我们。
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The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.
The tree seeks his solitude of the sky.
绿草求她地上的伴侣。
树木求他天空的寂寞。
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Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
使生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。
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The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
道路虽然拥挤，却是寂寞的，因为它是不被爱的。
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Dream is a wife who must talk,
Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.
梦是一个一定要谈话的妻子，
睡眠是一个默默忍受的丈夫。
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Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
"Where is your dwelling-place?"
"In the dreams of the impotent,"comes the answer.
“可能”问“不可能”道：
“你住在什么地方呢？”
它回答道：“在那无能为力者的梦境里。”
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My heart is homesick today for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.
今天我的心是在想家了，在想着那跨过时间之海的那一个甜蜜的时候。
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Death belongs to life as birth does.
The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.
死亡隶属于生命，正与生一样。
举足是走路，正如落足也是走路。
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I have suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world.
我曾经受苦过，曾经失望过，曾经体会过“死亡”，于是我以我在这伟大的世界里为乐。
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相册里有太多照片，都是以前拍的，舍不得删，也藏了太久，就选了一些自认为还不错的，发出来给大家看看，也清理一下相册，嘿嘿。
有了图片，也得有点文字来配，不然就单调了些，以上所选皆出自泰戈尔的《飞鸟集》。
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