回复：『20110331』【Eternal】永恒 那不变的赤胆仁心~~~再聚7.4盛

The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
埋在地下的树根使树枝产生果实，却并不要求什么报酬。

This rainy evening the wind is restless.
I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things.
阴雨的黄昏，风不休地吹着。
我看着摇曳的树枝，想念着万物的伟大。

Storm of midnight , like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark , has begun to play and shout.
子夜的风雨，如一个巨大的孩子，在不合时宜的黑夜里醒来，开始游戏，和喊叫起来了。

Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover. O sea , thou lonely bride of the storm.
海呀，你这暴风雨的孤寂的新妇呀，你虽掀起波浪追随你的情人，但是无用呀。

"I am ashamed of my emptiness," said the Word to the Work.
"I know how poor I am when I see you," said the Work to the Word.
文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。”
工作对文字说道：“当我看见你时，我便知道我是怎样地贫乏了。”

Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
时间是变化的财富，但时钟在它的游戏文章里却使它只不过是变化而没有财富。

Truth in her dress finds facts too tight.
In fiction she moves with ease.
真理穿了衣裳觉得事实太拘束了，
在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。

When I travelled to here and to there, I was tired of thee, O Road , but now when thou leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to thee in love.
当我到这里，到那里地旅行着呀，路呀，我厌倦了你了；但是现在，当你引导我到各处去时，我便爱上你，与你结婚了。

Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.
让我设想，在群星之中，有一颗星是指导着我的生命通过不可知的黑暗的。

Woman , with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.
妇人，你用你美丽的手指，触着我的器具，秩序便如音乐似的生出来了。

One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night , -"I love you."
一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。
它在夜里向我唱到—“我爱你。”

The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow.
Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.
燃着的火，以他的熊熊之光焰禁止我走近他。
把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来。

I have my stars in the sky.
But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.
我有群星在天上，
但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。

The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
死文字的尘土沾着你。
用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。

Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
生命里留了许多罅隙，在这些罅隙中，送来了死之忧郁的音乐。