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

The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
雨中的湿土的气息，就像从渺小的无声的人群那里来的一阵子巨大的赞美歌声。

That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
说爱情会失去的那句话，乃是我们不能够当做真理来接受的一个事实。

We shall know some day that death can never rob us of that which our soul has gained , for her gains are one with herself.
我们有一天将会明白，死永远不能够夺去我们的灵魂所获得的东西，因为她所获得的，和她自己是一体。

God comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my past kept fresh in his basket.
上帝在我的黄昏的微光中，带着花到我这里来，这些花都是我过去之时的，在他的花篮中，还保存得很新鲜。

when all the strings of my life will be tuned, my Master , then at every touch of thine will come out the music of love.
主呀，当我的生之琴弦都已调得谐和时，你的手的一弹一奏，都可以发出爱的乐声来。

Let me live truly , my Lord , so that death to me become true.
让我真真实实地活着吧，我的上帝，这样，死对于我也就成了真实的了。

Man's history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man.
人类的历史很忍耐地在等待着被侮辱者的胜利。

I feel thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of the morning upon the lonely filed whose harvest is over.
这一刻我感到你的目光正落在我的心上，像那早晨阳光中的沉默落在已收获的孤寂的田野上一样。

I long for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts.
我渴望着歌的岛峙立在这喧哗的波涛起伏的海中。

The prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset , in its solemn hymn to the ineffable dark.
夜的序曲是开始于夕阳西下的音乐，开始于它对难以形容的黑暗所作的庄严的赞歌。

I have scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren height.Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades , into the valley of quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom.
我攀登上高峰，发现在名誉的荒芜不毛的高处，简直找不到遮身之地。我的引导者啊，领导着我在光明逝去之前，进到沉静的山谷里去吧，在那里，生的收获成熟为黄金的智慧。


Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk - the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.
在这个黄昏的朦胧里，好些东西看来都有些幻像—尖塔的底层在黑暗里消失了，树顶像墨水的斑点似的。我将等待着黎明，而当我醒来的时候，就会看到光明里的您的城市。


I have suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in this great world.
我曾经受苦过，曾经失望过，曾经体会过“死亡”，于是我以我在这伟大的世界里为乐。

There are tracts in my life that are bare and silent . They are open spaces where my busy days had their light and air.
在我的一生里，也有贫乏和沉默的地域。它们是我忙碌的日子得到日光与空气的几片空旷之地。

Release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making death difficult.
我的未完成的过去，从后边缠绕到我身上，使我难于死去，请从它那里释放了我吧。