Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist

Sarojini Naidu 《Life》
Life 人生

CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seems
孩子啊，你不算真正活過，對你來說就好像

Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
人生是可愛夢想的鐘乳石，

Or carnival of careless joys that leap
抑或漫不經心的狂歡激增的歡樂

About your hearts like billows on the deep.
你的心似波瀾在深處翻騰。

In flames of amber and of amethyst.
在火焰裏凝結的琥珀和紫晶。

Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist
孩子啊，你不算真正活過，你只不過存在著

Till some resistless hour shall rise and move,
在某個無可抗拒的時刻飛揚與感動，

Your hearts to wake and hunger after love,
你的心漸漸蘇醒、渴望愛的洗禮，

And thirst with passionate longing for the things.
熾熱渴望著、渴望它們。

That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings.
灼傷你的眉頭帶著猩紅的苦痛。

Till ye have battled with great grief and fears,
除非你力戰過悲傷與恐懼，

And borne the conflict of dream-shattering years,
并承受過讓你夢想破沒的年歲，

Wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife,
因劇烈的慾望而受傷、因衝突傾軋而疲憊不堪，

Children, ye have not lived: for this is life.
孩子啊，你不算真正活過：這就是人生。



Sarojini Naidu 沙拉金尼·奈都


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