I miss the meaning of my own part

in the play of life

because I know not of the parts

that others play.

我不知自己的角色

在人生的戲劇中有何意義，

因為我對他人的角色

也是一無所知。

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Life's play is swift,

Life's playthings fall behind one by one

and are forgotten.

生命的戲劇轉(zhuǎn)瞬收場，

生命的玩具次第流落，

跟著便被人遺忘。

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Memory, the priestess,

kills the present

and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

記憶是司祭的女子，

殺死現(xiàn)時，

又將它的心

獻(xiàn)給已死往昔的神祠。

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History slowly smothers its truth,

but hastily struggles to revive it

in the terrible penance of pain.

歷史慢慢扼殺了自己的真理，

又在極度痛苦的懺罪苦行之中，

手忙腳亂地想讓它起死回生。

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The darkness of night, like pain, is dumb,

the darkness of dawn, like peace, is silent.

夜晚的黑暗喑啞無聲，如同痛苦，

黎明的黑暗緘默不言，如同平靜。

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The darkness of night is in harmony with day,

the morning of mist is discordant.

夜的黑暗與晝和鳴，

霧氣迷的清晨

卻是亂耳的雜音。

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The glow-worm while exploring the dust

never knows that stars are in the sky.

螢火蟲在塵土中摸索，

從不知天空才是星星的住所。

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The wind tries to take the flame by storm

only to blow it out.

風(fēng)兒想贏得火焰的全部愛意，

到頭來只是將它吹熄。

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The sea smites his own barren breast

because he has no flowers to offer to the moon.

大海捶打著自己光禿禿的胸膛，

因為他沒有花朵來獻(xiàn)給月亮。

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The desert is imprisoned in the wall

of its unbounded barrenness.

沙漠做著囚徒，

牢獄便是自身的無限荒蕪。

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Trees are the earth's endless effort to

speak to the listening heaven.

樹木是大地的無盡付出，

為著向側(cè)耳聆聽的天空傾訴。

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Dead leaves when they lose themselves in soil

take part in the life of the forest.

枯葉在泥土中失去自己，

便與森林的生命融為一體。

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In pity for the desolate branch

spring leaves to it a kiss that fluttered in a lonely leaf.

春天對凄涼的枯枝心生憐憫，

于是留給它

一個曾在孤葉上顫抖的親吻。

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Flower, have pity for the worm,

it is not a bee,

its love is a blunder and a burden.

花兒啊，憐憫這只蟲子吧，

它不是蜜蜂，

它的愛只是錯誤和負(fù)擔(dān)。