Just as the stars go in circles， yet seeking a goal that can never be reached—
Even so on the lonely shore the madman with dusty tawny locks still roamed in search of the touchstone.
One day a village boy came up and asked， "Tell me， where did you come at this golden chain about your waist？"
The madman started— the chain that once was iron was verily gold； it was not a dream， but he did not know when it had changed.
He struck his forehead wildly— where， O where had he without knowing it achieved success？
It had grown into a habit， to pick up pebbles and touch the chain， and to throw them away without looking to see if a change had come； thus the madman found and lost the touchstone.
The sun was sinking low in the west， the sky was of gold.
The madman returned on his footsteps to seek anew the lost treasure， with his strength gone， his body bent， and his heart in the dust， like a tree uprooted.
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虽然夜晚缓步走来，让一切歌声停歇；
虽然我的伙伴都去休息，而你也倦乏了；
虽然恐怖在黑暗中弥漫，天空的脸也被面纱遮起；
但是，鸟儿，我的鸟儿，听我的话，不要垂翅吧。
这不是林中树叶的阴影，这是大海涨溢，像一条深黑的龙蛇。
这不是盛开的茉莉花的跳舞，这是闪光的水沫。
呵，何处是阳光下的绿岸，何处是你的窝巢？
鸟儿，呵，我的鸟儿，听我的话，不要垂翅吧。
长夜躺在你的路边，黎明在朦胧的山后睡眠。
星辰屏息地数着时间，柔弱的月儿在夜中浮泛。
鸟儿，呵，我的鸟儿，听我的话，不要垂翅吧。
对于你，这里没有希望，没有恐怖。
这里没有消息，没有低语，没有呼唤。
这里没有家，没有休息的床。
这里只有你自己的一双翅翼和无路的天空。
鸟儿，呵，我的鸟儿，听我的话，不要垂翅吧。
Though the evening comes with slow steps and has signalled for all songs to cease；
Though your companions have gone to their rest and you are tired；
Though fear broods in the dark and the face of the sky is veiled；
Yet， bird， O my bird， listen to me， do not close your wings.
That is not the gloom of the leaves of the forest， that is the sea swelling like a dark black snake.
That is not the dance of the flowering jasmine， that is flashing foam.
Ah， where is the sunny green shore， where is your nest？
Bird， O my bird， listen to me， do not close your wings.
The lone night lies along your path， the dawn sleeps behind the shadowy hills.
The stars hold their breath counting the hours， the feeble moon swims the deep night.
Bird， O my bird， listen to me， do not close your wings.
There is no hope， no fear for you.
There is no word， no whisper， no cry.
There is no home， no bed of rest.
There is only your own pair of wings and the pathless sky.
Bird， O my bird， listen to me， do not close your wings.
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没有人永远活着，兄弟，没有东西可以经久，把这谨记在心及时行乐吧。
我们的生命不是那个旧的负担，我们的道路不是那条长的旅程。
一个单独的诗人，不必去唱一支旧歌。
花儿萎谢，但是戴花的人不必永远悲伤。
兄弟，把这个谨记在心及时行乐吧。
必须有一段完全的停歇，好把“圆满”编进音乐。
生命向它的黄昏下落，为了沉浸于金影之中。
必须从游戏中把“爱”召回，去饮忧伤之酒，再去生于泪天。
兄弟，把这谨记在心及时行乐吧。
我们忙去采花，怕被过路的风偷走。
去夺取稍纵即逝的接吻，使我们血液奔流双目发光。
我们的生命是热切的，愿望是强烈的，因为时间在敲着离别之钟。
兄弟，把这谨记在心及时行乐吧。
我们没有时间去把握一件事物，揉碎它又把它丢在地上。
时间急速地走过，把梦幻藏在裙底。
我们的生命是短促的，只有几天恋爱的工夫。
若是为工作和劳役，生命就变得无尽的漫长。
兄弟，把这谨记在心及时行乐吧。
美对我们是甜柔的，因为她和我们生命的快速调子应节舞蹈。
知识对我们是宝贵的，因为我们永不会有时间去完成它。
一切都在永生的天上做完，但是大地的幻象的花朵，却被死亡保持得永远新鲜。
兄弟，把这谨记在心及时行乐吧。
None lives for ever， brother， and nothing lasts for long. Keep that in mind and rejoice.
Our life is not the one old burden， our path is not the one long journey.
One sole poet has not to sing one aged song.
The flower fades and dies； but he who wears the fower has not to mourn for it for ever.
Brother， keep that in mind and rejoice.
There must come a full pause to weave perfection into music.
Life droops toward its sunset to be drowned in the golden shadows.
Love must be called from its play to drink sorrow and be borne to the heaven of tears.
Brother， keep that in mind and rejoice.
We hasten to gather our flowers lest they are plundered by the passing winds.
It quickens our blood and brightens our eyes to snatch kisses that would vanish if we delayed.
Our life is eager， our desires are keen， for time tolls the bell of parting.
Brother， keep that in mind and rejoice.
There is not time for us to clasp a thing and crush it and fing it away to the dust.
The hours trip rapidly away， hiding their dreams in their skirts.
Our life is short； it yields but a few days for love.
Were it for work and drudgery it would be endlessly long.
Brother， keep that in mind and rejoice.
Beauty is sweet to us， because she dances to the same feeting tune with our lives.
Knowledge is precious to us， because we shall never have time to complete it.
All is done and fnished in the eternal Heaven.
But earth's flowers of illusion are kept eternally fresh by death.
Brother， keep that in mind and rejoice.
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我要追逐金鹿。
你也许会讪笑，我的朋友，但是我追求那逃避我的幻象。
我翻山越谷，我游遍许多无名的土地，因为我要追逐金鹿。
你到市场采买，满载着回家，但不知从何时何地一阵无家之风吹到我身上。
我心中无牵无挂，我把一切所有都撇在后面。
我翻山越谷，我游遍许多无名的土地——因为我在追逐金鹿。
I hunt for the golden stag. You may smile， my friends， but I pursue the vision that eludes me.
I run across hills and dales， I wander through nameless lands， because I am hunting for the golden stag.
You come and buy in the market and go back to your homes laden with goods， but the spell of the homeless winds has touched me I know not when and where.
I have no care in my heart； all my belongings I have left far behind me.
I run across hills and dales， I wander through nameless lands— because I am hunting for the golden stag.
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我记得在童年时代，有一天我在水沟里漂一只纸船。
那是七月的一个阴湿的天，我独自快乐地嬉戏。
我在沟里漂一只纸船。
忽然间阴云密布，狂风怒号，大雨倾注。
浑水像小河般流溢，把我的船冲没了。
我心里难过地想：这风暴是故意来破坏我的快乐的，它的一切恶意都是对着我的。
今天，七月的阴天是漫长的，我在默忆生命中以我为失败者的一切游戏。
我抱怨命运，因为它屡次戏弄了我，当我忽然忆起沉在沟里的纸船的时候。
I remember a day in my childhood I foated a paper boat in the ditch.
It was a wet of July； I was alone and happy over my play.
I foated my paper boat in the ditch.
Suddenly the storm clouds thickened， winds came in gusts， and rain poured in torrents.
Rills of muddy water rushed and swelled the stream and sunk my boat.
Bitterly I thought in my mind that the storm came on purpose to spoil my happiness； all its malice was against me.
The cloudy July day is long today， and I have been musing over all those games in life wherein I was loser.
I was blaming my fate for the many tricks it played on me， when suddenly I remembered the paper boat that sank in the ditch.
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白日未尽，河岸上的市集未散。
我只恐我的时间浪掷了，我最后一文钱也丢掉了。
但是，没有，我的兄弟，我还有些剩余，命运并没有把我的一切都骗走。
买卖做完了。
两边的手续费都收过了，该是我回家的时候了。
但是，看门的，你要你的辛苦钱吗？
别怕，我还有点剩余，命运并没有把我的一切都骗走。
风声宣布着风暴的威胁，西方低垂的云影预报着恶兆。
