加载中…论时间---泰戈尔
(2023-10-01 13:23:44) 蝴蝶计算的不是几个月
而是若干瞬间
它有着充分的时间
时间是变化着的财富
但拙劣模仿的时钟会使它
仅有变化
没有财富
使你的生命像在
叶尖的露珠一样
在时间的边缘上
轻歌曼舞
On
Time
by Tagore
The
butterfly counts
not months
but moments
and has time
enough
Time is a
wealth of change
but the clock
in its parody
makes it mere
change and no wealth
Let your life
lightly dance
on the edges
of Time
like
dew on the tip of a leaf
黄昏之美
凝望夕阳
我无法抑止地看到
无论她是如何的美丽动人
挣扎和绝望依然萦绕天幕
内心深处 你明白今日已逝
它所带来的一切也永远消失了
每一脉思想 每一次行动
无论她是如何的美丽动人
挣扎和绝望依然萦绕天幕
内心深处 你明白今日已逝
它所带来的一切也永远消失了
每一脉思想 每一次行动
每一个梦想 每一线希望
每一幅景象 每一缕声音 都消逝而去
一切都不可能还复如初 和原来一模一样
只因每一个时刻所能捕捉的东西是有限的
甚至每一段记忆所能缅怀的一切也是有限的
每一幅景象 每一缕声音 都消逝而去
一切都不可能还复如初
只因每一个时刻所能捕捉的东西是有限的
甚至每一段记忆所能缅怀的一切也是有限的
而天空中的绮丽色彩努力让我们快乐起来
最后上演的是五彩缤纷的微笑
因为它们也知晓
最后上演的是五彩缤纷的微笑
因为它们也知晓
做什么都无法留住时日
它们想安慰我们对夜的恐惧
它们想安慰我们对夜的恐惧
而又如此徒劳无益
虽然恐惧 我们依然寻找出路
宛若在林中的孩心 彷徨不知归路
我满心欢喜 只因夕阳的敏感
她竭力将黑暗推回
虽然恐惧 我们依然寻找出路
宛若在林中的孩心 彷徨不知归路
我满心欢喜 只因夕阳的敏感
她竭力将黑暗推回
仅仅为了再多驻留一刻
可却犹如以往 一切都无济于事
可却犹如以往 一切都无济于事
Looking
into the sunset
I can't help but
notice that
despite her beauty
a sense of struggle and hopeless surround
the sky
Deep inside you realize that this day is gone
and everything that It had brought is lost forever
Every thought every
action
Deep inside you realize that this day is gone
and everything that It had brought is lost forever
Every thought
every dream every
hope
every sight every sound is gone
There is no chance of every being
every sight every sound is gone
There is no chance of every being
returned the
same exactly
the same
For every moment has a limit to what it can capture
Every memory has a limit to what it had retrieve
For every moment has a limit to what it can capture
Every memory has a limit to what it had retrieve
And the colours in the sky try to entertain
us
one last act with painted smiles
for they too know that nothing can be done to save the day
So futile their attempt to comfort our fear of the night
our horror as we try to find our way
like children who wander into a forest and never return
I am ingratiated by the sunset because of
her sensitivity as she tries to push the darkness
back for just a moment more
But like so many times before to no
avail
one last act with painted smiles
for they too know that nothing can be done to save the day
So futile their attempt to comfort our fear of the night
our horror as we try to find our way
like children who wander into a forest and never return
I am ingratiated by the sunset because of
her sensitivity as she tries to push the darkness
back for just a moment more
But like so many times before
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