Swallows may have gone——也许燕子已经飞去

Swallows may have gone——也许燕子已经飞去

Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees mayhave died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms mayhave fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, whyshould our days leave us, never to return? - If they had been stolen bysomeone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had madethe escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?


也许燕子已经飞去，却终有归来之时；也许柳树已经枯槁，却终有再绿的一天；也许桃花已经凋零，但是它们终会再开花；现在，聪明的你，请告诉我，为什么我们的日子总会离我们远去，不再回头？如果他们被一个人藏起来了，那他会是谁？他能把日子藏在哪儿？如果如果它们逃脱了束缚，那么此时他们又在哪里?


I don't know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel myhands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more thaneight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop ofwater from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my daysare dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Alreadysweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.


我不知道自己曾被赐予了多少时间，可我却真真切切的感觉两手越来越空。默默的盘算着我所拥有的时光，我发觉八千多天的日子已经从我身边溜走。我的日子缓缓汇入了时间的河流，就像针尖上的一滴水消失在无垠的大海，无声无息，无影无踪。不知不觉，汗水挂上了我的前额，泪水溢满了我的眼眶。

Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yetin between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up inthe morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room intwo or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on,lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution.Thus--the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wearsoff in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before myday-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so Ireach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past mywithholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over mybody, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyesand meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in myhands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in thesigh.


已经远去的早已奔赴美好的前程，将要到来的继续着前行的脚步，然而，这其间的转换为何如此之快，如此行色匆匆？当我起床时，阳光斜射入在我的小屋，留下斑驳的痕迹以证明它的存在。阳光有脚丫，瞧，它正踩着轻盈的步伐偷偷前行着，而我呢，茫然看着它的轮转。就这样，在我洗手时，日子在我洗手的水槽里流走。当我吃饭时，日子在我吃饭的碗里流走，当我作白日梦深深思索时，它在我的凝望里默默离去。现在我分明感觉到了它的急速，于是我伸出手想把它拉回，但它却依然从我紧握的双手里流走。夜里，我躺在床上，它敏捷地跨过我的身体，滑过我的双脚。当我睁开双眼再次见到阳光时，一天已经过去了。我掩住了脸，深深的叹了口气。在这叹气之中，新的日子又一闪而过了。


What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in theirescape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing inthat eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone dayshave been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist bythe morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever leftbehind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to the world, starknaked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? It isnot fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!


在这个喧闹的世界里，面对时间的流逝，我能做什么？不是犹豫,就是奋起直追。而在这已经消失的八千多的日子中，除了犹豫不决，我还做过什么？这些过去的时光已经像烟雾般被一阵轻风吹散，或是像雨露般被清晨的阳光照耀到蒸发。我曾经留下了什么踪迹？我留下了任何细微的踪迹了吗？我赤裸裸来到这世界，是否转眼间也将赤裸裸地回去？不公平的是:为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊？


You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?


聪明的你，告诉我，为什么我们的日子总是离我们远去，却不再回头？

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1 楼 ssuhvs 2009-10-18  

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