Traveling Back to the Dreamland吟詩頌曲歸夢園

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Hope is the thing with feathers.
By Emily Dickinson

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul-
And sings the tune without the words And never stops - at all -

And sweetest in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of Me.

希望是帶有羽毛之物
艾蜜莉迪金森作品

希望是帶有羽毛之物
棲息靈魂中
唱著無詞的曲調
永不息止

其歌聲在暴風雨倍感絕妙
必是莫大的暴風雨
才能使此小鳥侷促不安
牠讓許多人心中有溫暖

我曾在最寒冷的國土
和最陌生的海上聽見
但牠縱使在最艱困時，
也不向我討一面碎屑。

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How many times these low feet staggered -
Only the soldered mouth can tell -

Try -can you stir the awful rivet -
Try - can you lift the hasps of steel!

Stroke the cool forehead-hot so often Lift - if you care- the listless hair

Fondle the adamantine fingers
Never a thimble - shall wear -

Buzz the dull flies - on the chamber window -
Brave - shines the sun through the freckled pane -
Fearless - the cobweb swings from the ceiling - Indolent Housewife - in Daisies - lain!

有多少次這雙卑微的腳蹣跚欲倒
艾蜜莉迪金森作品

有多少次這雙卑微的腳蹣跚欲倒
只有她焊接的嘴能說
試試看你能不能牽動那不可思議的鉚釘
試試看你能不能提起鋼鐵環扣

撫摸冰冷的前額以前常是熱烘烘的
撥弄毫無生氣的髮絲如果你想的話
觸摸硬如石頭的手指
再無法戴上頂針

房間的窗子上蒼蠅單調地嗡嗡
大膽的陽光穿過點點成斑的窗玻璃照射
無懼的蜘蛛網大搖大擺於天花板上
慵懶的主婦躺在野菊花從裡！

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There is a light seed grain inside.
by Rumi

There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.
I am bound by the power of this coil! your hair!
Calm and sensible people are not normal!

有一顆光的種子種在你裡面。
魯米作品

有一顆光的種子種在你裡面。你必須用自己去灌溉它，否則它就會死亡。

我被這個綣曲的力量綁住了！
你的秀髮！
鎮靜和明理的人才是不正常！

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Where are we? – by Rumi

An invisible bird flies over,
but casts a quick shadow.
What is the body? That shadow of a shadow of your love, that somehow contains
the entire universe.
A man sleeps heavily,
though something blazes in him like the sun,
like a magnificent fringe sewn up under the hem.

He turns under the covers.
Any image is a lie:
A clear red stone tastes sweet.
You kiss a beautiful mouth, and a key
turns in the lock of your fear.
A spoken sentence sharpens to a fine edge.
A mother dove looks for her nest,
asking where, /ku?/ Where, /ku?/
Where the lion lies down.
Where any man or woman goes to cry.
Where the sick go when they hope to get well.
Where a wind lifts that helps with winnowing.
and, the same moment, send a ship on its way.
Where anyone says /Only God is Real./
/Ya Hu!/ Where beyond /where./
A bright weaver’s shuttle flashes back and forth,
east-west. /Where are we? Ma ku? Maku/.
like the sun saying /Where are we?/
as it weaves with the asking.

我們在哪裡？魯米作品

一隻看不見的鳥飛過，
投下了一閃即逝的影子。
那是什麼？是你愛的影子的影子，
卻盛滿了整個宇宙。

有個人在沈睡，
不過，他體內卻有某物光亮如太陽，
像華美的流蘇。

他在被褥下輾轉反側。
任何意象都是謊言：
一塊晶瑩的紅石頭嘗起來是甜的。
你親吻一張美麗的嘴，
一把鑰匙插入你驚恐的鎖孔。

一句如出鞘利刃般的句子。

一隻母鴿尋找她的巢，
不停地問：「在哪裡，咕？在哪裡，咕？」

哪裡是獅子伏躺的所在？
哪裡是男男女女哭泣的所在？
哪裡是病人可以渴望康復的所在？

織布的梭子來回抽動，
一會兒西，一會兒東，
邊織邊問：「我們在哪兒？嘛咕？嘛咕」

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Five Things To Say /By Rumi

The wakened lover speaks directly to the beloved:

“You are the sky my spirit circles in
The love inside of love, the resurrection-place.
Let this window be your ear.
I have lost consciousness many times
With longing for your listening silence
And your life-quickening smile.
You give attention to the smallest matters
My suspicious doubts, and to the greatest
You know my coins are counterfeit
But you accept them anyway
My impudence and my pretending!

I have five things to say,
five fingers to give into your grace.

First, when I was apart from you
this world did not exist
nor any other.

Second, whatever I was looking for
was always you.

Third, why did I ever learn to count to three?

Fourth, my cornfield is burning!

Fifth, this finger stands for Rabia*
and this is for someone else.

Is there a difference?
Are these words or tears?
Is weeping speech?
What shall I do, my love?”

So he speaks, and everyone around
begins to cry with him, laughing crazily
moaning in the spreading union
of lover and beloved.

This is the true religion. All others
are thrown-away bandages beside it.

This is the sema* of slavery and mastery
of dancing together. This is not-being.

Neither words, nor any natural fact
can express this.

I know these dancers
day and night I sing their songs
in this phenomenal cage

My soul, don’t try to answer now!
Find a friend, and hide.

But what can stay hidden?
Love’s secret is always lifting its head
out from under the covers:
“Here I am!”

我有五事相告/魯米作品

醒轉過來的情人直對著他的愛人說：
「妳是我心緒圍繞的長空，是愛中之愛，是我復活之地。
且讓這扇窗當你的耳吧。
只因渴望你傾聽的靜默和令人精神一振的笑靨，我失去過知覺不只一次。

妳的專注鉅細彌遺，包括我的多疑。

妳明知我的硬幣是贗品，
但仍欣然接受我的厚顏和虛飾！

我有五事相告，每件事相對於手上的一根指頭。
第一、當我離開了妳，這世界就不復存在，也不會有其他世界存在。
第二、上窮碧落下黃泉，我搜索的，始終是妳。
第三、我何苦學會數到三？
第四、我的麥田正在燃燒。
第五、這根指頭代表拉比亞，換言之是代表另一人。但有什麼分別呢？

我說的這些，是話，還是淚？
悲泣也可以是一種演說嗎？
我該做什麼好，我的愛？」

他如是說著，周遭的人
開始隨著他大喊，又跟著他狂笑。
大家在愛者與被愛者的合一裡，齊聲默吟。

這才是真正的宗教，其餘的不過是散落的腳鐐手銬。
這是奴隸與自由的共舞。
這是非存有。
沒有任何語彙或自然之物，足以闡明箇中奧妙。
我認得這些舞者。
日日夜夜我哼唱他們的歌，在這些現象界的牢籠裡。

我的靈魂啊，別急著回答問題。
找個朋友，然後隱藏起來。

但沒有永遠隱藏的東西。
愛的奧秘總不斷
從遮蔽中探出頭來，喊道：
「我在這兒！」

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論友誼紀伯倫作品
一個青年說：跟我們說說「友誼」吧。
他回答道：
你的朋友可以回應你的需求。
他是你的田地，你用愛播種，以感恩收割：
他也是你的餐桌和爐火，
因為你會在飢餓時到他身邊，
並在他那裡尋求平靜。

朋友對你吐露心事時，不要害怕說中心中的「不」，也不要吝於說「是」。
他沈默的時候，你的心也不要停止聆聽他的心聲，
因為友情不需要言語，
一切思想，一切欲念，一切期望，
都在無言的歡樂中孕育和分享。

當你和朋友分開時，不要悲傷；
因為他不在的時候，
他那些你最愛的優點將會更清晰，
就像對登山的人而言，在平地看山更清楚。

除了增加心靈的深度之外，
友誼不應有其他目的，
因為絕不揭露自我的愛，並不是真愛，
而是向前撒出的網，
網到的只是無用之物。

把你最好的留給你的朋友，
如果他定要知道你的低潮，
也要讓他曉得你潮汐的高漲。

倘若找他指為打發時間，哪算什麼朋友？
你應該找他一同體驗生命。
因為朋友應滿足你的需要，
而不是填補你的空虛。
就讓歡笑和共享的快樂，充滿甜美的友誼，
因為唯有再如朝露的小事中，
你的心才找到換然一新的清晨。

On Friendship Kahlil Gibran
And a youth said, Speak to us of Friendship.
And he answered, saying:
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.”
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery us not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

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壞郵差泰戈爾作品
親愛的媽媽，跟我說說，您為什麼如此安靜沈默地坐在地上？
雨從開著的窗子打進來，您都淋濕了，卻似乎不在意。
您聽到鐘聲敲四下了嗎？該是哥哥放學回家的時候了。
到底發生了什麼事？您的神色看起來好奇怪。
您今天沒收到爸爸的信嗎？
我看見郵差的袋裡裝滿了信，幾乎鎮上每個人都收到信了。
只有爸爸的信，被他留下來自己看了。
我可以確定那郵差是個壞人。
但別因此而傷心呀，親愛的媽媽。
明天是隔壁村落的市集日，您可以請女傭去幫您買些筆和紙。
所有爸爸該寫的信都由我來寫，您不會找到半點兒破綻。
我會從A一直寫到K。
但是，媽媽，您為什麼笑了呢？
您不相信我能寫得跟爸爸一樣好嗎？
我會用心寫整齊，把每個字母寫得又大又漂亮。
我寫完之後，您以為我會跟爸爸一樣傻，將信放進那可惡郵差的袋裡嗎？
我會自己馬上將這些信送來給您，並且逐字逐句幫您讀。
我知道那個郵差不願意把真正很棒的信件送來給您。

THE WICKED POSTMAN
By Tagore

Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me, mother dear?

The rain is coming in through the open window, making you all wet, and you don't mind it.

Do you hear the gong striking four? It is time for my brother to come home from school.

What has happened to you that you look so strange? Haven't you got a letter from father to-day?

I saw the postman bringing letters in his bag for almost everybody in the town.

Only, father's letters he keeps to read himself. I am sure the postman is a wicked man.

But don't be unhappy about that, mother dear.

To-morrow is market day in the next village. You ask your maid to buy some pens and papers.

I myself will write all father's letters; you will not find a single mistake.

I shall write from A right up to K.

But, mother, why do you smile?. You don't believe that I can write as nicely as father does!

But I shall rule my paper carefully, and write all the letters beautifully big.

When I finish my writing, do you think I shall be so foolish as father and drop it into the horrid postman's bag?

I shall bring it to you myself without waiting, and letter by letter help you to read my writing.

I know the postman does not like to give you the really nice letters.

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兩韻十九行詩
/威廉.燕卜蓀作品

是這痛苦，是這痛苦，永不熄。
你具魔力的美燒透了我的肌肉。
我手從容使人想起你的。

哪有新解藥可將這劇毒清理？
哪有好意能使逝去的安慰開始從頭？
是這痛苦，是這痛苦，永不熄。

感染停了（習慣或變化都將此導致）
而當痛苦該重來的時候
我手從容使人想起你的。

記憶打了保證，我心安不急，
我深知穩保了你的好心，我何等富有。是這痛苦，是這痛苦，永不熄。

我睇視痛飲那仍迷人的美麗。
我心仍跳躍著你下的毒酒。
我手從容使人想起你的。

你仍一片好意，容貌也無稍異。
好意而永不分離。可我們無從入手。
是這痛苦，是這痛苦，永不熄。
我手從容使人想起你的。

Villanelle
/ by William Empson

It is the pain, it is the pain, endures.

Your chemic beauty burned my muscles through.
Poise of my hands reminded me of yours.

What later purge from this deep toxin cures?
What kindness now could the old salve renew? I
t is the pain, it is the pain, endures.

The infection slept (custom or change inures)
And when pain's secondary phase was due
Poise of my hands reminded me of yours.

How safe I felt, whom memory assures, Rich that your grace safely by heart I knew.
It is the pain, it is the pain, endures.

My stare drank deep beauty that still allures.
My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.
Poise of my hands reminded me of yours.

You are still kind whom the same shape immures.
Kind and beyond adieu.
We miss our cue.
It is the pain, it is the pain, endures.

Poise of my hands reminded me of yours.

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不要種罌粟（他曾說）/伊麗莎白.達榆思作品
不要種罌粟（他曾說）
不要種嬌弱清麗的百合花，
因為在戰時鬧飢荒
你只需要吃玉蜀黍過活。

不要儲藏珠寶（他曾呼喊）
不要儲藏昡目精雕寶石，
你會被迫把它們出售
來換取鋼鐵，所以下決心吧。

不要在話語中鑲嵌華藻
（他曾懇求，但誰也聽不到）
不要減少你才智閃露的光芒，
既然你必須否認才華橫溢
當你面對悲傷的劍刃。

Plant No Poppy (He Said)
by Elizabeth Daryush

Plant no poppy (he said)
no frail lily sublime,
for in war's famine-time
thou'lt need but corn for bread.

Hoard no jewel (he cried)
no dazzling laboured gem:
thou'lt be forced to sell them
for steel, so now decide.

Set no flower in thy word
(he besought, but none heard)
cut no flash to thy wit,
if thou must disown it
when seest thou sorrow's sword.

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馬群 /埃德溫.繆爾作品
離那個使全世界睡倒了的七日之戰，
還不到十二個月，
在深夜裏那群奇怪的馬兒來了。

在那時候我們已和沈默簽了契約，
但最初的幾天是多麼寂靜
我們聽著自己的呼吸聲便害怕。

第二天
無線電沒有了：我們旋著掣，沒有回音。
在第三天沒有軍艦經過，向北面去
甲板上堆滿了死屍。
在第六天一輛飛機從我們上面直衝下海。然後什麼也沒有了。
無線電啞掉：
不過仍站在我們的廚房角落，
或者仍開著，站在全世界上百萬的房間裏。
但是若它們開口說話，
若突然之間它們再開口說話，
若在中午十二點敲響時有一把聲音開口說話，
我們不會聽，我們不會許它帶回
那個一骨腦便推下它的孩子的壞透了的舊世界。
我們不會許它再來。
有時候我們想到正在睡夢中的那些國家，
在不能穿透的悲哀裏盲目地蜷縮著，
然後這想法因太怪異而使我們驚詫。

拖拉機在田裏躺著：到晚上
看來就像濕冷的海怪埋伏等待。
我們由得它去任它們生鏽：
它們會發霉爛掉就像其他肥土一樣。

我們要牛隻拖著久放一旁的生鏽的犁。
我們已回到悠久的先祖大地。
然後，那晚上夏天將盡時那群奇怪的馬兒來了。
我們聽到路上遠遠傳來的聲，
漸變為深沈的擂鼓聲：停一下，再繼續
到了轉角處變成空洞的雷鳴。
我們看見牠們的頭
像狂野的浪衝鋒遂害怕了。
我們在先祖時代已賣掉馬兒
來買新的拖拉機。

現在牠們對我們已陌生了
有如古老盾牌上的神駿
或是武士故事中的插圖。
我們不敢走近。
但牠們等著，固執又羞怯，就像牠們是由一古老的指令派來找我們的蹤跡
和找那早已忘師的亙古相依聯繫。

一開始我們全沒想過
這些是可以擁有和差遣的牲畜，
牠們之中有大約半打小馬
在那斷覺得世界裏某些荒野中產下
但新得像由自己的伊甸園而來。
從那時候起牠們拖我們的犁荷我們的重物，不過這無求的事奉仍使我們心痛。
我們的生命改變了：牠們的來到就是我們的開始。

The Horses By Edwin Muir

Barely a twelvemonth after
The seven days war that put the world to sleep,
Late in the evening the strange horses came.
By then we had made our covenant with silence,
But in the first few days it was so still We listened to our breathing and were afraid.
On the second day
The radios failed; we turned the knobs; no answer.
On the third day a warship passed us, heading north,
Dead bodies piled on the deck. On the sixth day
A plane plunged over us into the sea. Thereafter Nothing.
The radios dumb;
And still they stand in corners of our kitchens,
And stand, perhaps, turned on, in a million rooms
All over the world. But now if they should speak
If on a sudden they should speak again,
If on the stroke of noon a voice should speak,
We would not listen, we would not let it bring
That old bad world that swallowed its children quick
At one great gulp. We would not have it again.
Sometimes we think of the nations lying asleep,
Curled blindly in impenetrable sorrow, And then the thought confounds us with its strangeness.
The tractors lie about our fields; at evening
They look like dank sea-monsters couched and waiting.
We leave them where they are and let them rust:
'They'll moulder away and be like other loam'.
We make our oxen drag our rusty ploughs,
Long laid aside. We have gone back Far past our father's land.
And then, that evening Late in the summer the strange horses came.
We heard a distant tapping on the road,
A deepening drumming; it stopped, went on again And at the corner changed to hollow thunder.
We saw the heads Like a wild wave charging and were afraid.
We had sold our horses in our fathers' time We did not dare go near them. Yet they waited, Stubborn and shy, as if they had been sent To buy new tractors.
Now they were strange to us As fabulous steeds set on an ancient shield Or illustrations in a book of knights

By an old command to find our whereabouts
And that long-lost archaic companionship. In the first moment we had never a thought
That they were creatures to be owned and used.
Among them were some half-a-dozen colts Dropped in some wilderness of the broken world,
Yet new as if they had come from their own Eden.
Since then they have pulled our ploughs and borne our loads, But that free servitude still can pierce our hearts.
Our life is changed; their coming our beginning.

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熱愛禱告的僕人 /魯米作品
破曉時分
某富人想去洗個蒸汽浴，
便喚醒僕人辛古，吩咐他：
「曖，走吧。把浴盤、毛巾和黏土帶齊，我們到澡堂去洗個澡。」

新古馬上備齊所需的一切，
和主人並肩上路。

經過清真寺的時候，剛好呼喚人們禱告的鐘聲響起。辛古熱愛一天五次的禱告，便對主人說：
「主人，請你坐在長凳上稍後，
我念完《可蘭經》的第九十八章，便馬上出來。
那一章的開頭是：『用慈愛之心對待你的奴僕。』」

辛古在清真寺內禱告的當兒，
他主人則在外頭的長凳上坐著等。
禱告結束後，教士和信徒一一離開，
惟獨辛古一人還留著。
主人等了又等。最後，他往清真寺門內喊道：「辛古，你幹嘛還不出來？」
「我出不來，這裡面的一個智者不讓我出來，請再等一等。」
之後，主人又先後喊了七次，
而辛古的回答一律是：
「還不行，他還不讓我出來。」
「可是裡面除了你以外，並沒有其他的人啊！所有人都走光了，把你留在裡面這麼久的又是誰呢？」

「那把我留在裡面和把你留在外面的是同一個人。不讓你進來的和不讓我出去的是同ㄧ個人。」

大海不會讓魚兒離開，
正如它不會讓走獸進入。

走獸該活動的領域是陸地。

再大的聰明才智都改變不了這一點。
只有一個開鎖人，可以打開這個鎖。

停止你的算計。忘卻你的自我。
聆聽你「朋友」的話音。
當你完完全全順服於他，
你將會獲得自由。

The Servant Who Loves Prayer ~ Rumi

At dawn, some rich man wants to go to the steam room.
He woke his servant Sunkur.
"Hoo! Get moving! Get the basin, we'll go take a shower."

Sunqur immediately gathered what he needed and lined up by the roadside.

As they passed the mosque,

"Please, master, rest on this bench for a while, I may recite the beginning of Surah 98, and the call to prayer rings out.

Sunqur likes his five prayers.
"You may be kind to your servant." "

The master sat on the bench outside, and Sunkur went in.

After the prayer, the pastor and all the believers had left, and Sunqur remained inside.

The master waited and waited, and finally he called to the mosque: "Sunkur! Why don't you come out?" "I can't. This wise man won't let me. Be patient. I hear you outside. '

The master waited seven times, then shouted.

Same, Sunqur's reply is always "Not yet. He won't let me out yet."

"But there's no one inside but you. Everyone else is gone. Who let you sit for so long?"

"The one who left me here is the one who left you outside. The one who won't let you in That man won't let me out either."

The ocean won't let its fish go out on its own. It also keeps terrestrial animals out of places where delicate and delicate fish work. Land creatures stagger on the ground.

No cleverness can change that. There is only one opener for locking these things.Lock down these issues with only one opener.

Forget your numbers.
Forget yourself.
listen to your friends.
When you submit to The ONE completely, you are free.

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自由 /紀伯倫作品

一個演說家說，跟我們講講「自由」吧。
他回答說：
我看見你們在城門口和火爐邊，
頂禮膜拜自己的自由，
猶如奴隸卑微地屈膝於暴君面前，讚揚他，然後他殺害了奴隸。

是啊，在神殿的樹叢中，在城堡的陰影裡，
我見過你們當中最自由的人，
把自由像牛軛與手銬似地，套在自己身上。

而我的心在淌血，
因為唯有你覺悟到追尋自由的慾望成為你的束縛，
唯有你不再將自由視為目標和成就時，
你才能夠真正地自由。

的確，你的白天不免有牽掛，
你的夜晚仍有匱乏和憂傷，
當這些事情箍緊你的生活，
你卻能坦然超脫，不受羈絆，
那時你才是真正地自由。

你的了悟才見露曙光，
卻已被繫上正午的鎖鏈，
除非你能掙脫它們，
否則你如何超越白天與黑夜？
其實你所說的自由，
是這些鎖鏈中最牢固的一條，
只是它的鏈環在陽光下閃閃發亮，
眩惑了你的雙眼。

你為了獲取自由而拋棄的東西，
不就是自我的碎片嗎？
你要廢除的那條不公正的法律，
也是你當初親手寫在自己額頭上的，
哪怕是焚燒法律書籍，
或傾倒海水來沖洗法官的額頭，
你仍無法抹去不公的法律。

如果你想推翻一個暴君，
必先確知他建立在你心裡的王座已遭摧毀。
暴君如何能宰制自由且自豪的人民？
不就是因為人民的自由中隱藏了專橫，
驕傲中充滿了羞恥？

如果你想拋開顧慮，
那些顧慮也是你自己選的，不是別人給的。
如果你想驅除恐懼，
恐懼就坐落在你心中，
而不是在你懼怕的人手裡。

的確，存在於你生命中的一切，
你渴望的和害怕的，
你厭惡的和珍愛的，
你追求的和逃離的，
這些事物總是游移部定，若即若離。

這些東西在你心中不斷盤旋，
有如光和影成雙成對，相依相從。
一但影子消失不見，
徘徊不去的光線便成為另一道光的影子。
同樣的，當你的自由掙脫了它的腳鐐，
它便成為更大自由的枷鎖。

On Freedom By Jubran

And an orator said, Speak to us of Freedom.
And he answered:
At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you prostrate yourself and
worship your own freedom,
Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant and praise him though he slays them.

Aye, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of the citadel
I have seen the freest among you
wear their freedom as a yoke and a handcuff.

And my heart bled within me;
for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you,
and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfillment.

You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief,
But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound.

And how shall you rise beyond your days and nights unless you break the chains which you at the dawn of your understanding have fastened around your noon hour?
In truth that which you call freedom is the strongest of these chains,
though its links glitter in the sun and dazzle your eyes.

And what is it but fragments of your own self you would discard that you may become free?
If it is an unjust law you would abolish, that law was written with your own hand upon your own forehead.
You cannot erase it by burning your law books nor by washing the foreheads of your judges, though you pour the sea upon them.

And if it is a despot you would dethrone,
see first that his throne erected within you is destroyed.
For how can a tyrant rule the free and the proud, but for a tyranny in their own freedom
and a shame in their own pride?

And if it is a care you would cast off,
that care has been chosen by you rather than imposed upon you.
And if it is a fear you would dispel,
the seat of that fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the feared.

Verily all things move within your being in constant half embrace,
the desired and the dreaded,
the repugnant and the cherished,
the pursued and that which you would escape.

These things move within you as lights and shadows in pairs that cling.
And when the shadow fades and is no more, the light that linger becomes a shadow to another light.
And thus you freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom.

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整天在下雨 / 阿倫. 劉易斯作品

整天在下雨，遠戌邊塞，
窩在帳篷裏，鄉巴佬一樣無精打采，
防潮布和毯子鋪滿了泥地，
天濛濛亮一醒來就曉得
逃不了疾風細雨的襲擊，
吹得帆帳鼓起來又垂下，
拉桿繩子濕透而鬆垮。
整天與悄悄下著，
如波，如霧，如夢，
淋濕荊豆和石南，游絲似的雨絲沖
不掉橡子，卻忽然之間都叫狂野的西南風吹離了殼斗
淅淅瀝瀝打在篷頂，打在我們仰起的睡臉。
我們伸懶腰，脫了背帶舒舒肩，
抽一根地錦牌，補幾雙髒襪子，
讀星期天的報紙—-我看見一隻狐狸，
寫信回家順帶提上一句：---
談談女孩子，談談羅馬下彈雨，
想起寂寂無聞的死者和慫恿我們去屠殺的達官貴人，以及一群群難民;
—-時而幽幽地、悶悶地想他們，
同樣冷漠地想我們自己，
想我們過去日子
深愛的，也許明天仍然
深愛的人; 可是現在是雨
佔據了我們，黃昏細雨。

記憶中最親切最使我動心
莫如星期六看著孩子們在林裏
抖出燃燒的栗子帶回校園嬉戲，
還有鬆毛狗不厭其煩地尾隨我
下研席陡坡，又攀越蔥鬱的石垛
到達山肩，那裏愛德華.托馬斯悠然冥想美和死亡—直至一顆子彈停止了他的歌唱。

All Day It Has Rained By Alun Lewis
All day it has rained, and we on the edge of the moors
Have sprawled in our bell-tents, moody and dull as boors,
Groundsheets and blankets spread on the muddy ground
And from the first grey wakening we have found
No refuge from the skirmishing fine rain
And the wind that made the canvas heave and flap
And the taut wet guy-ropes ravel out and snap.
All day the rain has glided, wave and mist and dream,
Drenching the gorse and heather, a gossamer stream
Too light to stir the acorns that suddenly
Snatched from their cups by the wild south-westerly
Pattered against the tent and our upturned dreaming faces.
And we stretched out, unbuttoning our braces,
Smoking a Woodbine, darning dirty socks,
Reading the Sunday papers—-I saw a fox
And mentioned it in the note I scribbled home;—
And we talked of girls and dropping bombs on Rome,
And thought of the quiet dead and the loud celebrities
Exhorting us to slaughter, and the herded refugees;
——Yet thought softly, morosely of them, and as indifferently
As of ourselves or those whom we
For years have loved, but now it is in the rain
Possesses us entirely, the twilight and the rain.
And I can remember nothing dearer or more to my heart
Than the children I watched in the woods on Saturday
Shaking down burning chestnuts for the schoolyard’s merry play,
Or the shaggy patient dog who followed me
By Sheet and Steep and up the wooded scree
To the Shoulder o’ Mutton where Edward Thomas brooded long
On death and beauty —-till a bullet stopped his song.

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讓我告訴你太陽是如何升起 / 艾蜜莉迪金生作品
讓我告訴你太陽是如何升起
如彩帶一一綻放
教堂的尖頂泅泳於紫水晶
消息，像松鼠，奔跑
山巒鬆開她們的帽子
食米鳥—開始鳴唱—
於是我輕輕跟自己說
「那一定是太陽出來了！」
但他如何落下—我不知道
像有道紫彩階梯
瑩黃的童男女
不段地攀爬著直到他們爬到了對面
一位穿灰袍的牧師
才緩緩拉上夜晚的門閂
領其信眾向遠方消逝。

I’ll tell you how the sun rose/
By Emily Dickinson

I’ll tell you how the sun rose
A Ribbon at a time
The Steeples swam in Amethyst
The news, like Squirrels, ran
The Hils untied their Bonnets
The Bobolinks—begun—
Then I said softly to myself
“ That must have been the Sun”
But how he set- I know not-
There seems a purple stile
That little Yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side,
A Dominie in Gray
Put gently up the evening Bars
And led the flock away

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備註：這首詩情緒較為激昂，不適合睡前聆聽，適合提振精神。
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希臘戰歌拜倫作品
起來，希臘的兒男！
光榮時刻已到來，
要效法我們祖先，不枉作英豪後代！

起來，希臘的兒男！
揮戈向敵人迎戰，讓他們腥臭的血川像河水在腳下奔竄！

讓我們傲然抗拒
土耳其暴君的強權，讓祖國眼見她兒女
站起來，砸碎鎖鏈！
先王和先哲的英靈來檢閱這場決戰！
希臘的列祖列宗聽到號角的呼喚，
快從墳墓中重生，參加我們的戰鬥！
要攻克七山之城，奪回我們的自由！

起來，希臘的兒男！
揮戈向敵人迎戰，讓他們腥臭的血川
像河水在腳下奔竄！

醒來吧，斯巴達！
今天你怎能高臥不起？
同你的老夥伴雅典快聯合起來抗敵！
把歷代謳歌的主君列奧尼達斯喚回，
他曾拯救過你們，何等剛強而可畏！
扼守在溫泉險關，他英勇牽制敵寇，
同波斯軍隊鏖戰，
讓祖國得保自由；他率領三百勇士，
戰鬥中始終挺立，像威猛暴怒的雄獅，
在滔滔血海中沈溺。

起來，希臘的兒男！
揮戈向敵人迎戰，讓他們腥臭的血川
像河水在腳下奔竄！

TRANSLATION OF THE FAMOUS GREEK WAR SONG
By Byron

Sons of the Greeks, arise!
The glorious hour’s gone forth,
And, worthy of such ties,
Display who gave us birth.

Sons of Greeks! Let us go
In arms against the foe,
Till their hated blood shall flow
In a river past our feet.

Then manfully despising
The Turkish tyrant’s yoke,
Let your country see you rising,
And all her chains are broke.
Brave shades of chiefs and sages,
Behold the coming strife!
Hallenes of past ages,
Oh, start again to life!
At the sound of my trumpet, breaking
Your sleep, oh, join with me!
And the seven-hill’d city seeking,
Fight, conquer, till we’re free.

Sons of Greeks! Let us go
In arms against the foe,
Till their hated blood shall flow
In a river past our feet.

Sparta, Sparta, why in slumbers
Lethargic dolt thou lie?
Awake, and join thy numbers
With Athens, old ally!
Leonidas recalling,
That chief of ancient song,
Who saved ye once from falling,
The terrible! the strong!
Who made that bold diversion
In old Thermopylae,

And warring with the Persian
To keep his country free;
With his three hundred waging
The battle, long he stood,
And like a lion raging,
Expired in seas of blood.

Sons of Greeks!let us go
In arms against the foe,
Till their hated blood shall flow
In a river past our feet.

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泰戈爾
水手
船夫馬度的船停放在拉古尼碼頭。
船上裝滿一無用處的黃麻，已閒置在那兒好長一段時間了。
要是他願意把船借給我，我會為它裝上一百支船槳，揚起五面、六面、七面船
帆。
我絕不會將這艘船開進愚蠢的市集。
我要航向童話世界裡的七大洋與十三條江河。
然而，媽媽，您別躲在角落為我哭泣。
我不會像羅摩犍陀羅跑到森林裡，十四年後才回來。
我將變成故事中的王子，船上載滿我喜歡的東西。
我還會帶上我的朋友阿蘇，一起快快樂樂地航行過童話故事裡的七大洋與十三條江河。
我們會在破曉晨曦中揚帆出發。
當您午間在池中沐浴時，我們應該已到了一個陌生的國度。
我們會經過特普尼特灘，將特潘塔沙漠拋在我們身後。
當天色漸暗，我們歸來之時，我會告訴您許多我們的所見所聞。
我將航行過童話故事裡的七大洋與十三條江河。

THE SAILOR
The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj.
It is uselessly laden with jute, and has been lying there idle for ever so long.
If he would only lend me his boat, I should man her with a hundred oars, and hoist sails, five or six or seven.
Ｉshould never steer her to stupid markets.
I should sail the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of fairyland.

But, mother, you won’t weep for me in a corner.
I am not going into the forest like Ramachandra to come back
only after fourteen years.
I shall become the prince of the story, and fill my boat with
whatever I like.
I shall take my friend Ashu with me. We shall sail merrily
across the ever seas and the thirteen rivers of fairyland.
We shall set sail in the early morning light.

When at noontide you are bathing at the pond, we shall be in
the land of a strange king.
We shall pass the ford of Tirpurni, and leave behind us the
desert of Tepantar.
When we come back it will be getting dark, and I shall tell
you of all that we have seen.
I shall cross the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of
fairyland.

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阿卡狄的叢林已經死去
他們古老的歡樂也已過去
世界靠夢想懷古不已
灰色真理是她塗彩的玩具
但她那不安的頭仍在轉動
噢，世上有病的孩兒們
所有一切變動的事物中
按克羅諾斯陳腔濫調
令人厭倦地旋舞而去
唯有詞章真正美麗

黷武的君王如今安在
他們嘲弄詞章-老天爺
黷武的君王如今安在？
兒童讀糾纏不清的故事
結結巴巴說出的一句廢話
就是那些君王的光榮
舊時代的君王已經死了

也許轉悠的地球本身
不過是突然燃燒的字眼
一瞬間聽見貝克朗一聲
驚擾了無窮無盡的夢幻

因此崇拜塵封的遺跡
並不聰明，這也是真的
毋須去奮力追求真理
你一切辛勞只會在夢上加夢
只有你心中存在真理
因此不必向占星家學習
他們用天文鏡追蹤流星旋轉的路
因此這也是真的，不去聽
他們的話-冰冷的星毒
已經劈開了、分裂了他們的心靈
他們關於人的真理已經死盡

到淺吟清唱的海邊
去撿些曲折的、暗藏著回音的貝殼
將你的故事對著它的唇訴說
他們會成為你的安慰者
一瞬間把你煩惱的字句
重鑄成優美的曲調
直到他們哀傷地唱著消隱
和珍珠兄弟死在一道
為了真正美麗的字句
唱吧，因為這也是真理
我得走了！在一座墳上
百合和黃水仙飄盪
我將取悅於不幸的牧神
用快樂的歌聲迎接曙光
他葬身於睡意濃濃的土下方：
我還夢見他行走草地
在露水間幽魂般遊盪
浸透了我快樂的歌吟
關於古老土地的多夢的青春
啊，她不再作夢了，你作夢吧！
因為山崖上罌粟花開得美麗
夢吧，夢吧，因為這也是真理

The Song of the happy shepherd

The woods of Arcady are dead,
And over is their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Grey Truth is now her painted toy;
Yet still she turns her restless head:
But O， sick children of the world,
Of all the many changing things
In dreary dancing past us whirled,
To the cracked tune that Chronos sings,
Words alone are certain good.
Where are now the warring kings,
Word be-mockers？—By the Rood
Where are now the warring kings?
An idle word is now their glory,
By the stammering schoolboy said,
Reading some entangled story:
The kings of the old time are dead;
The wandering earth herself may be
Only a sudden flaming word,
In clanging space a moment heard,
Troubling the endless reverie.

Then nowise worship dusty deeds,
Nor seek, for this is also sooth,
To hunger fiercely after truth,
Lest all thy toiling only breeds
New dreams, new dreams; there is no truth
Saving in thine own heart. Seek, then,
No learning from the starry men,
Who follow with the optic glass
The whirling ways of stars that pass —
Seek, then, for this is also sooth,
No word of theirs—the cold star-bane
Has cloven and rent their hearts in twain,
And dead is all their human truth.
Go gather by the humming sea
Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell,
And to its lips thy story tell,
And they thy comforters will be,
Rewording in melodious guile
Thy fretful words a little while，
Till they shall singing fade in ruth
And die a pearly brotherhood;
For words alone are certain good：
Sing, then, for this is also sooth.

I must be gone: there is a grave
Where daffodil and lily wave,
And I would please the hapless faun,
Buried under the sleepy ground,
With mirthful songs before the dawn.
His shouting days with mirth were crowned;
And still I dream he treads the lawn,
Walking ghostly in the dew,
Pierced by my glad singing through,
My songs of old earth‘s dreamy youth:
But ah! she dreams not now; dream thou!
For fair are poppies on the brow:
Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.

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