I have roamed from country to country keeping her in the core of my heart， and around her have risen and fallen the growth and decay of my life.
Over my thoughts and actions， my slumbers and dreams， she reigned yet dwelled alone and apart.
many a man knocked at my door and asked for her and turned away in despair. There was none in the world who ever saw her face to face， and she remained in her loneliness waiting for thy recognition.
67
你是天空，你也是窝巢。
呵，美丽的你，在窝巢里就是你的爱，用颜色、声音和香气来围拥住灵魂。
在那里，清晨来了，右手提着金筐，带着美的花环，静静地替大地加冕。
在那里，黄昏来了，越过无人畜牧的荒林，穿过车马绝迹的小径，在她的金瓶里带着安静的西方海上和平的凉飙。
但是在那里，纯白的光辉，统治着、伸展着的、为灵魂翱翔的无际的天空。在那里，无昼无夜，无形无色，而且永远、永远无有言说。
Thou art the sky and thou art the nest as well.
O thou beautiful， there in the nest is thy love that encloses the soul with colours and sounds and frangrance.
There comes the morning with the golden basket in her right hand bearing the wreath of beauty， silently to crown the earth.
And there comes the evening over the lonely meadows deserted by herds， through trackless paths， carrying cool draughts of peace in her golden pitcher from the western ocean of rest.
But there， where spreads the infnite sky for the soul to take her fight in， reigns the stainless white radiance. There is no day nor night， nor form nor colour， and never， never a word.
68
你的阳光射到我的地上，整天地伸臂站在我门前，把我的眼泪、叹息和歌曲变成的云彩，带回放在你的足边。
你喜爱地将这云带缠围在你的心胸之上，绕成无数的形式和褶纹，还染上变幻无穷的色彩。
它是那样的轻柔，那样的飘扬、温软、含泪而黯淡，因此你就爱惜它，呵，你这庄严无瑕者。这就是为什么它能够以它可怜的阴影遮掩你可畏的白光。
Thy sunbeam comes upon this earth of mine with arms outstretched and stands at my door the livelong day to carry back to thy feet clouds made of my tears and sighs and songs.
With fond delight thou wrapp about thy starry breast that mantle of misty cloud， turning it into numberless shapes and folds and colouring it with hues ever changing.
It is so light and so fleeting， tender and tearful and dark， that is why thou love it， O thou spotless and serene. And that is why it may cover thy awful white light with its pathetic shadows.
69
就是这股生命的泉水，日夜流穿我的血管，也流穿过世界，又应节地跳舞。
就是这同一的生命，从大地的尘土里快乐地伸放出无数片的芳草，迸发出繁花密叶的波纹。
就是这同一的生命，在潮汐里摇动着生和死的大海的摇篮。
我觉得我的四肢因受着生命世界的爱抚而光荣。我的骄傲，是因为时代的脉搏，此刻在我血液中跳动。
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and fowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death， in ebb and in fow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
70
这欢欣的音律不能使你欢欣吗？不能使你回旋激荡，消失碎裂在这可怖的快乐旋转之中吗？
万物急剧地前奔，它们不停留也不回顾，任何力量都不能挽住它们，它们急剧地前奔。
季候应和着这急速不宁的音乐，跳舞着来了又去——颜色、声音、香味在这充溢的快乐里，汇注成奔流无尽的瀑泉，时时刻刻地在散溅、退落而死亡。
Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm？to be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy？
All things rush on， they stop not， they look not behind， no power can hold them back， they rush on.
Keeping steps with that restless， rapid music， seasons come dancing and pass away— colours， tunes， and perfumes pour in endless cascades in the abounding joy that scatters and gives up and dies every moment.
71
我应当自己发扬光大、四周放射、投映彩影于你的光辉之中——这便是你的幻境。
你在你自身里立起隔栏，用无数不同的音调来呼唤你的分身，你这分身已在我体内成形。
高亢的歌声响彻诸天，在多彩的眼泪与微笑，震惊与希望中回应着；波起复落，梦破又圆，在我里面是你自身的破灭。
你卷起的那重帘幕，用昼和夜的画笔，绘出了无数的花样。幕后的你的座位，是用奇妙神秘的曲线织成，抛弃了一切无聊的笔直的线条。
你我组成的伟丽的行列，布满了天空。因着你我的歌音，太空都在震颤，一切时代都在你我捉迷藏中度过了。
That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides， thus casting coloured shadows on thy radiance— such is thy maya.
Thou sette a barrier in thine own being and then call thy severed self in myriad notes. This thy self-separation has taken body in me.
The poignant song is echoed through all the sky in many-coloured tears and smiles， alarms and hopes； waves rise up and sink again， dreams break and form. In me is thy own defeat of self.
This screen that thou hast raised is painted with innumerable fgures with the brush of the night and the day. Behind it thy seat is woven in wondrous mysteries of curves， casting away all barren lines of straightness.
The great pageant of thee and me has overspread the sky. With the tune of thee and me all the air is vibrant， and all ages pass with the hiding and seeking of thee and me.
72
就是他，那最深奥的，用他深隐的触摸使我清醒。
就是他把神符放在我的眼上，又快乐地在我心弦上弹弄出种种哀乐的调子。
就是他用金、银、青、绿的灵幻的色丝，织起幻境的披纱，他的脚趾从衣褶中外露。在他的摸触之下，我忘却了自己。
日来年往，就是他永远以种种名字，种种姿态，种种深悲和极乐，来打动我的心。
He it is， the innermost one， who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches.
He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
He it is who weaves the web of this maya in evanescent hues of gold and silver， blue and green， and lets peep out through the folds his feet， at whose touch I forget myself.
Days come and ages pass， and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name， in many a guise， in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.
73
在断念屏欲之中，我不需要拯救。在万千欢愉的约束里，我感到了自由的拥抱。
你不断地在我的瓦罐里，满满地斟上不同颜色、不同芬芳的新酒。
我的世界，将以你的火焰点上万盏不同的明灯，安放在你庙宇的坛前。
不，我永不会关上我感觉的门户。视、听、触的快乐会含带着你的快乐。
是的，我的一切幻想会燃烧成快乐的光明，我的一切愿望将结成爱的果实。
Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
Thou ever pour for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various colours and fragrance， flling this earthen vessel to the brim.
My world will light its hundred different lamps with thy fame and place them before the altar of thy temple.
No， I will never shut the doors of my senses. The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.
Yes， all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy， and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.
74
白日已过，暗影笼罩大地，是我到河边汲水的时候了。
晚空凭看水的凄音流露着切望。呵，它呼唤我出到暮色中来。荒径上断绝人行，风起了，波浪在河里翻腾。
我不知道是否应该回家去，我不知道我会遇见什么人。浅滩的小舟上有个不相识的人正弹着琵琶。
