The day is no more， the shadow is upon the earth. It is time that I go to the stream to fll my pitcher.
The evening air is eager with the sad music of the water. Ah， it calls me out into the dusk.In the lonely lane there is no passer-by， the wind is up， the ripples are rampant in the river.
I know not if I shall come back home. I know not whom I shall chance to meet.There at the fording in the little boat the unknown man plays upon his lute.
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你赐给我们世人的礼物，满足了我们一切的需要，可是它们又毫未减少地返回到你那里。
河水有它每天的工作，匆忙地穿过田野和村庄，但它不绝的水流，又曲折地回来洗你的双脚。
花朵以芬芳熏香了空气，但它最终的任务，是把自己献上给你。
对你贡献不会使世界穷困。
人们从诗人的字句里，选取自己心爱的意义，但是诗句的最终意义是指向着你。
Thy gifts to us mortals fulfl all our needs and yet run back to thee undiminished.
The river has its everyday work to do and hastens through felds and hamlets； yet its incessant stream winds towards the washing of thy feet.
The fower sweetens the air with its perfume； yet its last service is to offer itself to thee.
Thy worship does not impoverish the world.
From the words of the poet men take what meanings please them； yet their last meaning points to thee.
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过了一天又是一天，呵，我生命的主，我能够和你对面站立吗？呵，全世界的主，我能合掌和你对面站立吗？
在广阔的天空下，严静之中，我能够带着虔恭的心，和你对面站立吗？
在你劳碌的世界里，喧腾着劳作和奋斗，在营营扰扰的人群中，我能和你对面站立吗？
当我已做完了今生的工作，呵，万王之王，我能够独自悄立在你的面前吗？
Day after day， O lord of my life， shall I stand before thee face to face. With folded hands， O lord of all worlds， shall I stand before thee face to face.
Under thy great sky in solitude and silence， with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face.
In this laborious world of thine， tumultuous with toil and with struggle， among hurrying crowds shall I stand before thee face to face.
And when my work shall be done in this world， O King of kings， alone and speechless shall I stand before thee face to face.
77
我知道你是我的上帝，却远立在一边——我不知道你是属于我的，就走近你。我知道你是我的父亲，就在你脚前俯伏——我没有像和朋友握手那样地紧握你的手。
我没有在你降临的地方，站立等候，把你抱在胸前，当你做同道，把你占有。
你是我弟兄的弟兄，但是我不理他们，不把我赚得的和他们平分，我以为这样做，才能和你分享我的一切。
在快乐和苦痛里，我都没有站在人类的一边，我以为这样做，才能和你站在一起。我畏缩着不肯舍生，因此我没有跳入生命伟大的海洋里。
I know thee as my God and stand apart— I do not know thee as my own and come closer. I know thee as my father and bow before thy feet— I do not grasp thy hand as my friend's.
I stand not where thou come down and ownest thyself as mine， there to clasp thee to my heart and take thee as my comrade.
Thou art the Brother amongst my brothers， but I heed them not， I divide not my earnings with them， thus sharing my all with thee.
In pleasure and in pain I stand not by the side of men， and thus stand by thee. I shrink to give up my life， and thus do not plunge into the great waters of life.
78
当鸿蒙初辟，繁星第一次射出灿烂的光辉，众神在天上集会，唱着：“呵，完美的画图，完全的快乐！”
有一位神忽然叫起来了——“光链里仿佛断了一环，一颗星星走失了。”
他们金琴的弦子猛然折断了，他们的歌声停止了，他们惊惶地叫着——“对了，那颗走失的星星是最美的，她是诸天的光荣！”
从那天起，他们不住地寻找她，众口相传地说：“因为她丢了，世界失去了一种快乐。”
只在严静的夜里，众星微笑着互相低语说——“寻找是无用的，无缺的完美正笼盖着一切！”
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first splendour， the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang "Oh， the picture of perfection！ the joy unalloyed！ "
But one cried of a sudden— "It seems that somewhere there is a break in the chain of light and one of the stars has been lost."
The golden string of their harp snapped， their song stopped， and they cried in dismay— "Yes， that lost star was the best， she was the glory of all heavens！ "
From that day the search is unceasing for her， and the cry goes on from one to the other that in her the world has lost its one joy！
Only in the deepest silence of night the stars smile and whisper among themselves— "Vain is this seeking！ unbroken perfection is over all！ "
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假如我今生无分遇到你，就让我永远感到恨不相逢——让我念念不忘，让我在醒时梦中都怀带着这悲哀的苦痛。
当我的日子在世界的闹市中度过，我的双手满捧着每日赢利的时候，让我永远觉得我是一无所获——让我念念不忘，让我在醒时梦中都带着这悲哀的苦痛。
当我坐在路边，疲乏喘息，当我在尘土中铺设卧具，让我永远记着前面还有悠悠的长路——让我念念不忘，让我在醒时、梦中都怀带着悲哀的苦痛。
当我的屋子装饰好了，箫笛吹起，欢笑声喧的时候，让我永远觉得还没有请你光临——让我念念不忘，让我在醒时、梦中都怀带着这悲哀的苦痛。
If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight— let me not forget for a moment， let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.
As my days pass in the crowded market of this world and my hands grow full with the daily profits， let me ever feel that I have gained nothing— let me not forget for a moment， let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.
When I sit by the roadside， tired and panting， when I spread my bed low in the dust， let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me— let me not forget a moment， let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.
When my rooms have been decked out and the futes sound and the laughter there is loud， let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house— let me not forget for a moment， let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.
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我像一片秋天的残云，无主地在空中飘荡，呵，我的永远光耀的太阳！你的触摸远没有蒸化了我的水汽，使我与你的光明合一，因此我计算着和你分离的悠长的年月。
假如这是你的愿望，假如这是你的游戏，就请把我这流逝的空虚染上颜色，镀上金辉，让它在狂风中漂浮，舒卷成种种的奇观。
而且假如你愿意在夜晚结束了这场游戏，我就在黑暗中，或在灿白晨光的微笑中，在净化的清凉中，融化消失。
I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn uselessly roaming in the sky， O my sun ever-glorious！ Thy touch has not yet melted my vapour， making me one with thy light， and thus I count months and years separated from thee.
If this be thy wish and if this be thy play， then take this fleeting emptiness of mine， paint it with colours， gild it with gold， foat it on the wanton wind and spread it in varied wonders.
And again when it shall be thy wish to end this play at night， I shall melt and vanish away in the dark， or it may be in a smile of the white morning， in a coolness of purity transparent.
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在许多闲散的日子，我悼惜着虚度了的光阴，但是光阴并没有虚度。我的主，你掌握了我生命里寸寸的光阴。
你潜藏在万物的心里，培育着种子发芽，蓓蕾绽红，花落结实。
我困乏了，在闲榻上睡眠，想象一切工作都已停歇。早晨醒来，我发现我的园里，却开遍了异蕊奇花。
On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost， my lord.Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.
Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts， buds into blossoms， and ripening fowers into fruitfulness.
