新月集 15

　　BENEDICTION

　　Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of heaven for our earth.

　　He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of his mother's face.

　　He has not learned to despise the dust, and to hanker after gold.

　　Clasp him to your heart and bless him.

　　He has come into this land of an hundred cross-roads.

　　I know not how he chose you from the crowd, came to your door, and grasped your hand to ask his way.

　　He will follow you, laughing and talking and not a doubt in his heart.

　　Keep his trust, lead him straight and bless him.

　　Lay your hand on his head, and pray that though the waves underneath grow threatening, yet the breath from above may come and fill his sails and waft him to the haven of peace.

　　Forget him not in your hurry, let him come to your heart and bless him.

　　祝福

　　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。

　　他爱日光，他爱见他妈妈的脸。

　　他没有学会厌恶尘土而渴求黄金。

　　紧紧把他抱在你心里，并且祝福他。

　　他已来到这个歧路百出的大地上了。

　　我不知道他怎么要从群众中选出你来，来到你的门前，抓住你的手问路。

　　他笑着，谈着，跟着你走，心里没有一点儿疑惑。

　　不要辜负他的信任，引导他到正路，并且祝福他。

　　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。

　　不要在忙碌中把他忘了，让他来到你的心里，并且祝福他。

　　THE GIFT

　　I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the stream of the world.

　　Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten.

　　But I am not so foolish as to hope that I could buy your heart with my gifts.

　　Young is your life, your path long, and you drink the love we bring you at one draught and turn and run away from us.

　　You have your play and your playmates. What harm is there if you have no time or thought for us?

　　We, indeed, have leisure enough in old age to count the days that are past, to cherish in our hearts what our hands have lost for ever.

　　The river runs swift with a song, breaking through all barriers. But the mountain stays and remembers, and follows her with his love.

　　赠品

　　我要送些东西给你，我的孩子，因为我们同是漂泊在世界的溪流中的。

　　我们的生命将被分开，我们的爱也将被忘记。

　　但我却没有那样傻，希望能用我的赠品来买你的心。

　　你的生命正是青青，你的道路也长着呢，你一口气饮尽了我们带给你的爱，便回身离开我们跑了。

　　你有你的游戏，有你的游伴。如果你没有时间同我们在一起，如果你想不到我们，那有什么害处呢？

　　我们呢，自然地，在老年时，会有许多闲暇的时间，去计算那过去的日子，把我们手里永久丢失了的东西，在心里爱抚着。

　　河流唱着歌很快地游去，冲破所有的堤防。但是山峰却留在那里，忆念着，满怀依依之情。

　　MY SONG

　　This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love.

　　This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.

　　When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness.

　　My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.

　　It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.

　　My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things.

　　And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in your living heart.

　　我的歌

　　我的孩子，我这一支歌将用它的乐声围绕你，好像那爱情的热恋的手臂一样。

　　我这一支歌将触着你的前额，好像那祝福的接吻一样。

　　当你只是一个人的时候，它将坐在你的身旁，在你耳边微语着；当你在人群中的时候，它将围住你，使你超然物外。

　　我的歌将成为你的梦的翼翅，它将把你的心移送到不可知的岸边。

　　当黑夜覆盖在你路上的时候，它又将成为那照临在你头上的忠实的星光。

　　我的歌又将坐在你眼睛的瞳仁里，将你的视线带入万物的心里。

　　当我的声音因死亡而沉寂时，我的歌仍将在你活泼泼的心中唱着。