Stary birds 飞鸟集

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.
O troupe of little vagrants of the world,leave your footprints in my words .
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song,as one kiss of the eternal.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.

夏天的飞鸟，来到我的窗前，歌唱，又飞走了。
秋天的黄叶，
它们没有什么曲子可唱，一声叹息，飘落在地上。
世界上一队小小的流浪者啊，在我的字里行间留下你们的足迹吧！
世界对着它的爱人，扯下它那庞大的面具。
它变小了，小的宛如一首歌，小得宛如一个永恒的吻。
大地的泪珠，使她的微笑如鲜花般盛开。

The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laoughs and flies away.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars .
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement ,dancing water.Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once we dreamt that we were stranger.

广袤的沙漠，狂热追求一叶绿草的爱，但她笑着摇摇头，飞走了。
如果你因错过太阳而哭泣，那么你也会错过群星了。
舞动着的流水啊，你在途中的泥沙，正乞求你的歌声，你的舞蹈呢！你是否肯背负跛足的泥沙向前奔腾？
她热切的脸，如夜晚的雨水，萦绕在我的梦中。
有一次，我们梦见彼此竟是陌生人。

We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
Some unseen fingers ,like an idle breeze ,are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.

醒来时，才发现我们本是亲密无间。
忧伤在我心中沉静下来，宛如降临在寂静山林中的夜色。
一些看不见的手指，如慵懒的微风，在我心上奏着潺潺的乐章。

镇楼那一句看过 好喜欢那句话

"What language is thine,O SEA?"
"The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer,O sky?"
"The language of eternal slience."

"大海啊，你说的是什么？”
“是永恒的质疑。”
“天空啊，你的回答是什么？”
“是永恒的沉默。”

Listen,my heart , to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you!
The mystery of creation is like darkness of night--it is great,Dlusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

听，我的心啊，听那世界的呢喃，这是它对你爱的召唤！
创造的神秘，有如夜的黑暗—它是伟大的，而知识的幻影却如清晨之雾。
不要因为峭壁的高耸，而让你的爱情坐在上面。

I sit my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment ,nods to me and goes.
There kittle thoughts are the rusrle of leaves ;they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
What you are you do not see,what you see is your shadow.