The Furthest Distance in the World
By Tagore 泰戈尔

The furthest distance in the world
世界上最遥远的距离
Is not between life and death
不是生与死
But when I stand in front of you
而是 我就站在你面前
Yet you don't know that I love you
你却不知道我爱你

The furthest distance in the world
世界上最遥远的距离
Is not when I stand in front of you
不是 我就站在你面前
Yet you can't see my love
你却不知道我爱你
But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both
而是 明明知道彼此相爱
Yet cannot be together
却不能在一起

The furthest distance in the world
世界上最遥远的距离
Is not being apart while being in love
不是 明明知道彼此相爱 却不能在一起
But when plainly can not resist the yearning
而是 明明无法抵挡这股思念
Yet pretending you have never been in my heart
却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里

The furthest distance in world
世界上最遥远的距离
Is not but using one's different heart
不是 明明无法抵挡这股思念 却还得故意装作丝毫没有把你放在心里
To dig an uncrossable river
而是 用自己冷漠的心对爱你的人
For the one who loves you
掘了一条无法跨越的沟渠

莎士比亚的《哈雷姆特》

中国：

黄河颂

我站在高山之巅
望黄河滚滚
奔向东南
金涛澎湃
掀起万丈狂澜
浊流宛转
结成九曲连环
从昆仑山下
奔向黄海之边
把中原大地
劈成南北两面

啊 黄河
你是我们民族的摇篮
五千年的古国文化
从你这发源
多少英雄的故事
在你的周围扮演
啊 黄河
你是伟大坚强
像一个巨人
出现在亚洲平原之上
用你那英雄的体魄
筑成我们民族的屏障
啊 黄河
你一泻万丈浩浩荡荡
向南北两岸
伸出千万条铁的臂膀
我们民族的伟大精神
将要在你的哺育下发扬滋长
我们祖国的英雄儿女
将要学习你的榜样
像你一样的伟大坚强
像你一样的伟大坚强

 

国外：

假如生活欺骗了你

普希金
假如生活欺骗了你
不要悲伤 不要心急
忧郁的日子里须要镇静
相信吧 快乐的日子将会来临
心儿永远向往着未来
现在却常是忧郁
一切都是瞬息
一切都将会过去
而那过去了的
就会成为亲切的怀恋

未选择的路弗罗斯特


黄色的树林里分出两条路，

可惜我不能同时去涉足，

我在那路口久久伫立，

我向着一条路极目望去，

直到它消失在丛林深处。

但我却选了另外一条路，

它荒草萋萋，十分幽寂，

显得更诱人，更美丽；

虽然在这条小路上，

很少留下旅人的足迹。

那天清晨落叶满地，

两条路都未经脚印污染。

啊，留下一条路等改日再见!

但我知道路径延绵无尽头，

恐怕我难以再回返。

也许多少年后在某个地方，

我将轻声叹息将往事回顾：

一片树林里分出两条路

而我选择了人迹更少的一条，

从此决定了我一生的道路。

 

 

舒婷的《祖国啊，我亲爱的祖国》，不过有点悲怆，看看书否合适
原文：
我是你河边上破旧的老水车，
数百年来纺着疲惫的歌；
我是你额上熏黑的矿灯，
照你在历史的隧洞里蜗行摸索；
我是干瘪的稻穗，是失修的路基；
是淤滩上的驳船，
把纤绳深深勒进你的肩膊
—— 祖国啊！
我是贫穷，
我是悲哀。
我是你祖祖辈辈痛苦的希望啊，
是“飞天”袖间
千百年未落到地面的花朵，
—— 祖国啊！
我是你簇新的理想，
刚从神话的蛛网里挣脱；
我是你雪被下古莲的胚芽；
是你挂着眼泪的笑涡；
我是新刷出的雪白的起跑线；
是绯红的黎明
正在喷薄；
—— 祖国啊！
我是你十亿分之一，
是你九百六十万平方的总和；
你以伤痕累累的乳房
喂养了
迷惘的我，深思的我，沸腾的我；
那就从我的血肉之躯上
去取得
你的富饶，你的荣光，你的自由；
—— 祖国啊，
我亲爱的祖国！

These Things Shall Never Die 这些美好不会消逝

By --Charles Dickens/查尔斯.狄更斯

The pure.the bright,the beautiful, 一切纯洁的,辉煌的,美丽的,

That stirred our hearts in youth, 强烈地震撼着我们年轻的心灵的,

The impulses to wordless prayer, 推动着我们做无言的祷告的,

The dreams of love and truth; 让我们梦想着爱与真理的;

The longing after something's lost, 在失去后为之感到珍惜的,

The spirit's yearning cry, 使灵魂深切地呼喊着的,

The striving after better hopes- 为了更美好的梦想而奋斗着的-

These things can never die. 这些美好不会消逝。

The timid hand stretched forth to aid 羞怯地伸出援助的手，

A brother in his need,日夏养花网 在你的弟兄需要的时候，

A kindly word in grief's dark hour 伤恸、困难的时候，一句亲切的话

That proves a friend indeed ; 就足以证明朋友的真心；

The plea for mercy softly breathed, 轻声地乞求怜悯，

When justice threatens nigh, 在审判临近的时候，

The sorrow of a contrite heart- 懊悔的心有一种伤感--

These things shall never die. 这些美好不会消逝。

Let nothing pass for every hand 在人间传递温情

Must find some work to do ; 尽你所能地去做；

Lose not a chance to waken love- 别错失去了唤醒爱的良机-----

Be firm,and just ,and true; 为人要坚定，正直，忠诚；

So shall a light that cannot fade 因此上方照耀着你的那道光芒

Beam on thee from on high. 就不会消失。

And angel voices say to thee---你将听到天使的声音在说-----

These things shall never die. 这些美好不会消逝。
Easier said than done.说起来容易做起来难。

The Bight 海湾

by Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979)

At low tide like this how sheer the water is.
White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare
and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches,
Absorbing, rather than being absorbed,
the water in the bight doesn't wet anything,
the color of the gas flame turned as low as possible.
One can smell it turning to gas; if one were Baudelaire
one could probably hear it turning to marimba music.
The little ocher dredge at work off the end of the dock
already plays the dry perfectly off-beat claves.
The birds are outsize. Pelicans crash
into this peculiar gas unnecessarily hard.
it seems to me, like pickaxes,
rarely coming up with anything to show for it,
and going off with humorous elbowings,
Black-and-white man-of-war birds soar
on impalpable drafts
and open their tails like scissors on the curves
or tense them like wishbones, till they tremble.
The frowsy sponge boats keep coming in
with the obliging air of retrievers,
bristling with jackstraw gaffs and hooks
and decorated with bobbles of sponges.
There is a fence of chicken wire along the dock
where, glinting like little plowshares,
the blue-gray shark tails are hung up to dry
for the Chinese-restaurant trade.
Some of the little white boats are still piled up
against each other, or lie on their sides, stove in,
and not yet salvaged, if they ever will be, from the last bad storm.
like torn-open, unanswered letters.
the bight is littered with old correspondences.
Click. Click. Goes the dredge,
and brings up a dripping jawful of marl.
All the untidy activity continues,
awful but cheerful.

海潮退到这样的时候，水便分外清澈了。
白色的石灰泥滩，层层露出水来，浪纹斑驳，闪耀亮眼。
条条小船，晒得干干的；根根木桩，则干得像火柴棒。
吸收而非被吸收，
海湾里的水弄不湿任何东西，
而且呈现出一种瓦斯火开至最低时的颜色。
你可以闻到那海水正转化成瓦斯；假如你是波特莱尔的话
你说不定可以听到那海水正转化成马林巴木琴的声音。
而码头尾端，一个褐色小型捞网正在那里捞着
一直在那里以绝对冷硬的调子，打着双节棒，伴奏着。
水鸟都是特大号的。鹈鹕哗啦冲
入这一泓奇异的瓦斯之中，真是小题大作，
这景象对我来说，有点像鹤嘴锄，
一锄下去，拉回来看看，什么也没有，
于是只好游到一边，样子滑稽的挤入鹈鹕堆里去了。
黑白相间的军舰鸟翱翔在
捉摸不定的气流里
尾巴张开，如剪刀弯弯裁过
尾巴紧绷，如叉骨绷然http://www.rixia.cc颤动。
腥臭的海绵船不断的开了进来
以一种猎狗衔回东西般的殷勤姿态，
上面竖立着稻草人般的鱼叉鱼钩
装饰着垂悬吊幌的海绵。
沿着码头，有一排方格铁丝网墙
上面，挂着闪闪发光犁刀般
灰蓝鲨的尾巴，一条条的，在那里风干，
准备卖给中国餐馆。
一些白色的小船，仍然相互靠在一起
堆着放，或侧着放，船身破裂，
还没修好（要是将来真还会去修的话），都是上回暴风弄坏的，
像一封封拆开而没有回复的信。
这小海湾内到处都丢着废弃的信件。
卡啦卡啦，捞网上下捞着，
捞上来滴滴答答一大堆石灰泥。
所有乱七八糟的事都在进行着，糟是糟透了，不过却满愉快的。

A PLACE ONCE CALLED EDEN

It was once upon a winter night
That my path did cross the
Angel’s flight
His raiment shone of fire within
He said my song had summoned him
A snow was falling silent, deep
Then the moon shone on a world asleep
The angel moved to still my fear
His eyes were swollen and filled with tears
He said this earth was once paradise
That man was filled with greed and vice
And that man had long since shunned his gift of reason
Then the angel turned and took my hand
And led me down across the lan
Where we were joined in the night and the heart of
A place called Eden
He said：
Come walk with me my loving son
And understand what man has done
To the bounty and to the gift that he was given
Come walk the garden path with me
And understand the mystery
That binds man ball and chain to his Armegedden

Thehttp://www.rixia.ccn the angel smiled and said to me
That ours was a greater destiny
That life was like an only child
That we might cherish for a while
He said that God was love and that song was prayer
And that man had failed 10,000(ten thousand) years
In his fall from grace unto the depths of his creeds and isms
He said with all beneath the sun
That the soul of god and Man were one
And that a heart of stone was just a rightful prison

Now I felt within a deep dispair
His words were more than man could bear
He said that man must learn to pray
And that for the crime of one..
Mankind might pay
That we must search to the depth of the www.rixia.ccheart
where the truth is written
The angel said God’s love was blind
That to judge was death
And to forgive divine
And that with greed and with the finest gold
Had men forged the bars of the gates of Eden

Then the angel raised a flaming sword
He touched my tongue to seal my word
And as I felt as one consumed within
He asked if I might sing for him
And we spent the night in song and prayer
And I felt a loving presense there
and I was born in the night anew in the
light of reason
And though I know not how or when
As I reached to touch the angels hem
We did part in the night and the heart
of a place called Eden
So if upon some winters night
Your path should cross the angels flight
I pray you’ll find a song within
To shelter warm and comfort him
And when you look into his eyes
Remember:
Even angels cry
And that we are as one
and as whole in the eyes of a God
That perhaps needs us.
And be thou blessed and born anew
And know that you shall witness too
To we who are wandering in the dark of the night
from a place called Ede

泰戈尔《生如夏花》

英文全文
Life, thin and light-off time and time again
Frivolous tireless
one

I heard the echo, from the valleys and the heart
Open to the lonely soul of sickle harvesting
Repeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of
Eventually swaying in the desert oasis

I believe I am
Born as the bright summer flowers
Do not withered undefeated fiery demon rule
Heart rate and breathing to bear the load of the cumbersome
Bored

Two
I heard the music, from the moon and carcass
Auxiliary extreme aestheticism bait to capture misty
Filling the intense life, but also filling the pure
There are always memories throughout the earth

I believe I am
Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves
Sheng is not chaos, smoke gesture
Even wilt also retained bone proudly Qing Feng muscle
Occult

Three
I hear love, I bel日夏养花网ieve in love
Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae
As desolate micro-burst of wind
Bleeding through my veins
Years stationed in the belief

Four
I believe that all can hear
Even anticipate discrete, I met the other their own
Some can not grasp the moment
Left to the East to go West, Gu, the dead must not return to

See, I head home Zanhua, in full bloom along the way all the way
Frequently missed some, but also deeply moved by wind, frost, snow or rain

Five
Prajna Paramita, soon as soon as
Shengruxiahua dead, as an autumn leaf
Also care about what has

中文版全文：

泰戈尔－《生如夏花》

生命，一次又一次轻薄过
轻狂不知疲倦
——题记

一
我听见回声，来自山谷和心间
以寂寞的镰刀收割空旷的灵魂
不断地重复决绝，又重复幸福
终有绿洲摇曳在沙漠

我相信自己
生来如同璀璨的夏日之花
不凋不败，妖治如火
承受心跳的负荷和呼吸的累赘
乐此不疲

二
我听见音乐，来自月光和胴体
辅极端的诱饵捕获飘渺的唯美
一生充盈着激烈，又充盈着纯然
总有回忆贯穿于世间

我相信自己
死时如同静美的秋日落叶
不盛不乱，姿态如烟
即便枯萎也保留丰肌清骨的傲然
玄之又玄

三
我听见爱情，我相信爱情
爱情是一潭挣扎的蓝藻
如同一阵凄微的风
穿过我失血的静脉
驻守岁月的信念

四
我相信一切能够听见
甚至预见离散，遇见另一个自己
而有些瞬间无法把握
任凭东走西顾，逝去的必然不返

请看我头置簪花，一路走来一路盛开
频频遗漏一些，又深陷风霜雨雪的感动

五
般若波罗蜜，一声一声
生如夏花，死如秋叶
还在乎拥有什么