飞鸟集261-270（让你的音乐如一柄利刃）

261

Let your music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to its heart.

让你的音乐如一柄利刃，直刺入市井喧扰的心中吧。

262

The trembling leaves of this tree touch my heart like the fingers of an infant child.

这树的颤动之叶，触动着我的心，像一个婴儿的手指。

263

The little flower lies in the dust. It sought the path of the butterfly.

小花睡在尘土里。它寻求蛱蝶走的道路。

264

I am in the world of the roads. The night comes. Open thy gate , thou world of the home.

我是在道路纵横的世界上。夜来了。打开您的门吧，家之世界啊!

265

I have sung the songs of thy day. In the evening let me carry thy lamp through the stormy path.

我已经唱过了您的白天的歌。在黄昏的时候，让我拿着您的灯走过风雨飘摇的道路吧。

266

I do not ask thee into the house. Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.

我不要求你进我的屋里。你到我无量的孤寂里来吧，我的爱人!

267

Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

死亡隶属于生命，正与出生一样。举足是在走路，正如落足也是在走路。

268

I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine -teach me to know thy words in pain and death.

我已经学会在花与阳光里微语的意义--再教我明白你在苦与死中所说的话吧。

269

The night’s flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.

夜的花朵来晚了，当早晨吻着她时，她战栗着，叹息了一声，萎落在地上了。

270

Through the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.

从万物的愁苦中，我听见了“永恒母亲”的呻吟。