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On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead
And the restless water is boisterous.
On the seashore of endless worlds
The children meet with shouts and dances
在无尽世界的海滨，孩子们相聚。
头上无垠的天空静止，不息的海水狂暴。
在无尽世界的海滨，
孩子们相聚、叫着、跳着
They build their houses with sand,
And they play with empty shells.
With withered leaves they weave
Their boats and smilingly float them
On the vast deep.
Children have their play on the
Seashore of worlds.
他们以沙筑屋，他们戏耍着空贝壳，
他们用凋萎的枯叶编制它们的船只，
然后微笑地让他们在深海中飘浮。
孩子们有自己的游戏，在世界的海滨
They know not how to swim,
They know not how to cast nets.
Pearl-fishers dive for pearls,
Merchants sail in their ships,
While children gather pebbles
And scatter them again.
They seek not for hidden treasures,
They know not how to cast nets.
MOTHER, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me--
妈妈，住在云端的人对我唤道——“我们从醒的时候游戏到白日终止。
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
“我们与黄金色的曙光游戏，我们与银白色的月亮游戏。”
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.
我问道：“但是，我怎么能够上你那里去呢？”
I ask, "But, how am I to get up to you?" They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds." 他们答道：“你到地球的边上来，举手向天，就可以被接到云端里来了。”
"My mother is waiting for me at home," I say. "How can I leave her and come?"
“我妈妈在家里等我呢，”我说，“我怎么能离开她而来呢？”
Then they smile and float away.
于是他们微笑着浮游而去。
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
但是我知道一件比这个更好的游戏，妈妈。
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
我做云，你做月亮。
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will be the blue sky.
我用两只手遮盖你，我们的屋顶就是青碧的天空。
The folk who live in the waves call out to me--
住在波浪上的人对我唤道—— “我们从早晨唱歌到晚上；我们前进又前进地旅行，也不知我们所经过的是什么地方。”
"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know not where we pass."
我问道：“但是，我怎么能加入你们队伍里去呢？”
I ask, "But, how am I to join you?" They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves." 他们告诉我说：“来到岸旁，站在那里，紧闭你的两眼，你就被带到波浪上来了。”
I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the evening--how can I leave her and go?"
我说：“傍晚的时候，我妈妈常要我在家里——我怎么能离开她而去呢！”
Then they smile, dance and pass by.
于是他们微笑着，跳舞着奔流过去。
But I know a better game than that.
但是我知道一件比这个更好的游戏。
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
我是波浪，你是陌生的岸。
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with laughter.
我奔流而进，进，进，笑哈哈地撞碎在你的膝上。
And no one in the world will know where we both are.
世界上就没有一个人会知道我们俩在什么地方。
BLESS this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of heaven for our earth.
祝福这个小心灵，这个洁白的灵魂，他为我们的大地，赢得了天的接吻。
He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of his mother's face.
他爱日光，他爱见他妈妈的脸。
He has not learned to despise the dust, and to hanker after gold.
他没有学会厌恶尘土而渴求黄金。
Clasp him to your heart and bless him.
紧抱他在你的心里，并且祝福他。
He has come into this land of an hundred cross-roads.
他已来到这个歧路百出的大地上了。
I know not how he chose you from the crowd, came to your door, and grasped your hand to askhis way.
我不知道他怎么从群众中选出你来，来到你的门前抓住你的手问路。
He will follow you, laughing and talking, and not a doubt in his heart.
他笑着，谈着，跟着你走，心里没有一点儿疑惑。
Keep his trust, lead him straight and bless him.
不要辜负他的信任，引导他到正路，并且祝福他。
Lay your hand on his head, and pray that though the waves underneath grow threatening, yetthe breath from above may come and fill his sails and waft him to the haven of peace.
把你的手按在他的头上，祈求着：底下的波涛虽然险恶，然而从上面来的风，会鼓起他的船帆，送他到和平的港口的。
Forget him not in your hurry, let him come to your heart and bless him.
不要在忙碌中把他忘了，让他来到你的心里，并且祝福他。
I AM small because I am a little child. I shall be bigwhen I am as old as my father is.
我人很小，因为我是一个小孩子，到了我像爸爸一样年纪时，便要变大了。
My teacher will come and say, "It is late, bring yourslate and your books."
我的先生要是走来说道：“时候晚了，把你的石板，你的书拿来。”
I shall tell him, "Do you not know I am as big as father? And I must not have lessons anymore."
我便要告诉他道：“你不知道我已经同爸爸一样大了么？我决不再学什么功课了。”
My master will wonder and say, "He can leave his books if he likes, for he is grown up."
我的老师便将惊异地说道：“他读书不读书可以随便，因为他是大人了。”
I shall dress myself and walk to the fair where the crowd is thick.
我将自己穿了衣裳，走到人群拥挤的市场里去。
My uncle will come rushing up to me and say, "You will get lost, my boy; let me carry you."
我的叔叔要是跑过来说道：“你要迷路了，我的孩子，让我领着你罢。”
I shall answer, "Can't you see, uncle, I am as big as father. I must go to the fair alone."
我便要回答道：“你没有看见么，叔叔，我已经同爸爸一样大了？我决定要独自一个人到市场里去。”
Uncle will say, "Yes, he can go wherever he likes, for he is grown up."
叔叔便将说道：“是的，他随便到哪里去都可以，因为他是大人了。”
Mother will come from her bath when I am giving money to my nurse, for I shall know how toopen the box with my key.
当我正拿钱给我保姆时，妈妈便要从浴室中出来，因为我是知道怎样用我的钥匙去开银箱的。
Mother will say, "What are you about, naughty child?"
妈妈要是说道：“你在做什么呀，顽皮的孩子？”
I shall tell her, "Mother, don't you know, I am as big as father, and I must give silver to mynurse."
我便要告诉她道：“妈妈，你不知道我已经同爸爸一样大了么？我必须拿钱给保姆。”
Mother will say to herself, "He can give money to whom he likes, for he is grown up."
妈妈便将自言自语道：“他可以随便把钱给他所喜欢的人，因为他是大人了。”
In the holiday time in October father will come home and, thinking that I am still a baby, willbring for me from the town little shoes and small silken frocks.
当十月里放假的时候，爸爸将要回家，他会以为我还是一个小孩子，为我从城里带了小鞋子和小绸衫来。
I shall say, "Father, give them to my d?d? [elder brother]， for I am as big as you are."
我便要说道：“爸爸，把这些东西给哥哥罢，因为我已经同你一样大了。”
Father will think and say, "He can buy his own clothes if he likes, for he is grown up."
爸爸便将想了一想，说道；“他可以随便去买他自己穿的衣裳，因为他是大人了。”
SUPPOSING I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother? 假如我变了一朵金色花，只是为了好玩，长在那棵树的高枝上，笑哈哈地在风中摇摆，又在新生的树叶上跳舞，妈妈，你会认识我么？
You would call, "Baby, where are you?" and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet. 你要是叫道：“孩子，你在哪里呀？”我暗暗地在那里匿笑，却一声儿不响。
I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work. 我要悄悄地开放花瓣儿，看着你工作。
When after your bath, with wet hair spread on your shoulders, you walked through the shadow of the champa tree to the little court where you say your prayers, you would notice the scent of the flower, but not know that it came from me. 当你沐浴后，湿发披在两肩，穿过金色花的林荫，走到你做祷告的小庭院时，你会嗅到这花的香气，却不知道这香气是从我身上来的。
When after the midday meal you sat at the window reading Ramayana, and the tree's shadow fell over your hair and your lap, I should fling my wee little shadow on to the page of your book, just where you were reading. 当你吃过中饭，坐在窗前读《罗摩衍那》，那棵树的阴影落在你的头发与膝上时，我便要投我的小小的影子在你的书页上，正投在你所读的地方。
But would you guess that it was the tiny shadow of your little child? 但是你会猜得出这就是你的小孩子的小影子么？
When in the evening you went to the cow-shed with the lighted lamp in your hand, I should suddenly drop on to the earth again and be your own baby once more, and beg you to tell me a story. 当你黄昏时拿了灯到牛棚里去，我便要突然地再落到地上来，又成了你的孩子，求你讲个故事给我听。
"Where have you been, you naughty child?" “你到哪里去了，你这坏孩子？”
"I won't tell you, mother." That's what you and I would say then. “我不告诉你，妈妈。”这就是你同我那时所要说的话了。
AH, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
呵，这些茉莉花，这些白的茉莉花！
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these whitejasmines.
我仿佛记得我第一次双手满捧着这些茉莉花，这些白的茉莉花的时候。
I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
我喜爱那日光，那天空，那绿色的大地；
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river through the darkness of midnight;
我听见那河水淙淙的流声，在黑漆的午夜里传过来；
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of a road in the lonely waste, like a bride raisingher veil to accept her lover.
秋天的夕阳，在荒原上大路转角处迎我，如新妇揭起她的面纱迎接她的爱人。
Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines that I held in my hand when I was achild.
但我想起孩提时第一次捧在手里的白茉莉，心里充满着甜蜜的回忆。
Many a glad day has come in my life, and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.
我生平有过许多快活的日子，在节日宴会的晚上，我曾跟着说笑话的人大笑。
On grey mornings of rain I have crooned many an idle song.
在灰暗的雨天的早晨，我吟哦过许多飘逸的诗篇。
I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of bakulas woven by the hand of love.
我颈上戴过爱人手织的醉花的花圈，作为晚装。
Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines that filled my hands when Iwas a child.
但我想起孩提时第一次捧在手里的白茉莉，心里充满着甜蜜的回忆。
O YOU shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond, have you forgotten thelittle child, like the birds that have nested in your branches and left you?
喂，你站在池边的蓬头的榕树，你可会忘记了那小小的孩子，就像那在你的枝上筑巢又离开了你的鸟儿似的孩子？
Do you not remember how he sat at the window and wondered at the tangle of your roots thatplunged underground?
你不记得是他怎样坐在窗内，诧异地望着你深入地下的纠缠的树根么？
The women would come to fill their jars in the pond, and your huge black shadow wouldwriggle on the water like sleep struggling to wake up.
妇人们常到池边，汲了满罐的水去，你的大黑影便在水面上摇动，好像睡着的人挣扎着要醒来似的。
Sunlight danced on the ripples like restless tiny shuttles weaving golden tapestry.
日光在微波上跳舞，好像不停不息的小梭在织着金色的花毡。
Two ducks swam by the weedy margin above their shadows, and the child would sit still andthink.
两只鸭子挨着芦苇，在芦苇影子上游来游去，孩子静静地坐在那里想着。
He longed to be the wind and blow through your rustling branches, to be your shadow andlengthen with the day on the water, to be a bird and perch on your top-most twig, and tofloat like those ducks among the weeds and shadows.
他想做风，吹过你的萧萧的枝杈；想做你的影子，在水面上，随了日光而俱长；想做一只鸟儿，栖息在你的最高枝上；还想做那两只鸭，在芦苇与阴影中间游来游去。
MOTHER, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what the time is. 妈妈，天空上的光成了灰色了；我不知道是什么时候了。
There is no fun in my play, so I have come to you. It is Saturday, our holiday. 我玩得怪没劲儿的，所以到你这里来了。这是星期六，是我们的休息日。
Leave off your work, mother; sit here by the window and tell me where the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale is? 放下你的活计，妈妈；坐在靠窗的一边，告诉我童话里的特潘塔沙漠在什么地方？
The shadow of the rains has covered the day from end to end. 雨的影子遮掩了整个白天。
The fierce lightning is scratching the sky with its nails. 凶猛的电光用它的爪子抓着天空。
When the clouds rumble and it thunders, I love to be afraid in my heart and cling to you. 当乌云在轰轰地响着，天打着雷的时候，我总爱心里带着恐惧爬伏到你的身上。
When the heavy rain patters for hours on the bamboo leaves, and our windows shake and rattle at the gusts of wind, I like to sit alone in the room, mother, with you, and hear you talk about the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale. 当大雨倾泻在竹叶子上好几个钟头，而我们的窗户为狂风震得格格发响的时候，我就爱独自和你坐在屋里，妈妈，听你讲童话里的特潘塔沙漠的故事。
Where is it, mother, on the shore of what sea, at the foot of what hills, in the kingdom of what king? 它在哪里，妈妈，在哪一个海洋的岸上，在哪些个山峰的脚下，在哪一个国王的国土里？
There are no hedges there to mark the fields, no footpath across it by which the villagers reach their village in the evening, or the woman who gathers dry sticks in the forest can bring her load to the market. With patches of yellow grass in the sand and only one tree where the pair of wise old birds have their nest, lies the desert of Tep?ntar. 田地上没有此疆彼壤的界石，也没有村人在黄昏时走回家的，或妇人在树林里捡拾 枯枝而捆载到市场上去的道路。沙地上只有一小块一小块的黄色草地，只有一株树，就是那一对聪明的老鸟儿在那里做窝的，那个地方就是特潘塔沙漠。
I can imagine how, on just such a cloudy day, the young son of the king is riding alone on a grey horse through the desert, in search of the princess who lies imprisoned in the giant's palace across that unknown water. 我能够想象得到，就在这样一个乌云密布的日子，国王的年轻的儿子，怎样地独自 骑着一匹灰色马，走过这个沙漠，去寻找那被囚禁在不可知的重洋之外的巨人宫里的公主。
When the haze of the rain comes down in the distant sky, and lightning starts up like a sudden fit of pain, does he remember his unhappy mother, abandoned by the king, sweeping the cow-stall and wiping her eyes, while he rides through the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale? 当雨雾在遥远的天空下降，电光像一阵突然发作的痛楚的痉挛似地闪射的时候，他 可记得他的不幸的母亲，为国王所弃，正在扫除牛棚，眼里流着眼泪，当他骑马走过童话里的特潘塔沙漠的时候？
See, mother, it is almost dark before the day is over, and there are no travellers yonder on the village road. 看，妈妈，一天还没有完，天色就差不多黑了，那边村庄的路上没有什么旅客了。
The shepherd boy has gone home early from the pasture, and men have left their fields to sit on mats under the eaves of their huts, watching the scowling clouds. 牧童早就从牧场上回家了，人们都已从田地里回来，坐在他们草屋的檐下的草席上，眼望着阴沉的云块。
Mother, I have left all my books on the shelf--do not ask me to do my lessons now. 妈妈，我把我所有的书本都放在书架上了——不要叫我现在做功课。
When I grow up and am big like my father, I shall learn all that must be learnt. 当我长大了，大得像爸爸一样的时候，我将会学到必须学的东西的。
But just for to-day, tell me, mother, where the desert of Tep?ntar in the fairy tale is? 但是，今天你可得告诉我，妈妈，童话里的特潘塔沙漠在什么地方？