老舍 齐白石 蛙声十里出山泉

Draft on translating 'Ash Wednesday'

《聖灰星期三》- 叶澍苍 释译

因为我不再乞求变卦
因为我不乞求
因为我不乞求变卦
渴望拥有此人的天才和彼人的天赋
我不再努力不再费心于這些琐事
（为何老鷹必然想要展開翅膀？）
為什麼我必需哀悼
人权，人命与人性的自然完了？

因为我不再乞望我能洞解
浩渺的历史时流
因为我无心思考
因为我知道我永远无法领悟
唯一的千变万化的神通
因为我无能化源
在彼岸，树木开花，春泉叮咚，
在彼岸，万事不复，万物皆空。

因为我知道时空永远是时空
故土终归只是故土
事故若为真，必仅有一回
也尽在一方
我开心于千事依旧万物自然
我不求红脸的关公
也不怕黑脸的张飞
因为我不再乐意改造我的本性
自然而然我欣喜若狂，尽心尽意标新立异
神游于我的世外桃源，怡然自乐无穷稚趣。

我只求菩萨勒令道长多存怜悯之心
只求我能够忘却或超脱
千情百酬中的自相矛盾
因为我不肯回首
且让我的言语答应
好事多磨，何苦无事生非，
但愿裁决之甲不得以压抑我等俗人。

原来此翼已不再是比翼双飞之翼
而仅仅是落魄的苟延残喘
空气稀薄又干燥
比意念还要渺小
我们由此领悟到
无所不在的关怀
无念的屏息静坐。

请为我等罪人祈禱, 
此刻及死神降临之时
请为我祈祷，
此刻及临终之际。

John Masefield: On Reading "Bridge to Heaven" (1942)

On Reading The Bridge of Heaven  《天桥》written by 熊式一

by John Masefield Oct. 15th, 1942

To Ta Tung, as a boy,

This hope gave gentle joy,

To plant, in some green close,

A plum-tree or white rose,

That, so, in Spring or June

The lamp of the full Moon

Might show to Man the flower

White, in its whitest hour,

That, those who came to seek,

Would whisper: "Will she speak

This Wonder? Will she bless

Our woes to nothingness?

Will she descend the green

Sweet sprays, and be our Queen?

Our Saviour Queen? O, still ...

She moves... She will."

Then, growing-up, be found

No garden-close, no ground,

In all wide China's space

To be a planting-place.

Instead, an iron will

To learn to kill, and kill

The tangle of the weeds

That thwart men's needs.

Thus is Man's youth today,

An April without May,

A May without a June,

Night without Moon.

But Hope from thwarted lives

In unquenched beauty strives

Slowly its glimmer breaks

The darkness of mistakes.

So many million flames

Will burn away the shames;

Ta Tung will surely find

His plot of Peace of Mind;

His blossomed plum will lift

White as the snow in drift,

Under a Moon of Peace

In skies like the still seas.