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The Child-angel
Rabindranath Tagore
The clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end to their wranglings.
他们喧闹争吵，他们猜疑失望，他们争辩着却总是没有结果。
Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child, unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.
让你的生命融到他们中吧，我的孩子，就像一束明亮的光芒，使他们欢悦而静谧。
They are cruel in their envy, their words are like hidden knives thirsting for blood.
他们的贪婪和嫉妒是残酷的；他们的言语，如暗藏的刀，渴望着饮血。
Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.
去，站在他们盛怒的心中，我的孩子，把你那和善的目光投到他们身上，仿佛那夜晚的宽容的和平遮蔽了白日的纷扰。
Let them see your face, my child,and thus know the meaning of all things;let them love you and thus love each other.
我的孩子，让他们看看你的脸，于是他们明白了万物的意义，让他们爱你，于是他们能够相爱。
Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless,my child. At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower, and at sunset bend your head and in silence complete the worship of the day.
来，坐在无垠的怀抱里，我的孩子。日出时，将心敞开，孕育成花朵；夕阳西沉时，低下你的头，静静地完成这一天的膜拜。
Rabindranath Tagore
The clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end to their wranglings.
他们喧闹争吵，他们猜疑失望，他们争辩着却总是没有结果。
Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child, unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.
让你的生命融到他们中吧，我的孩子，就像一束明亮的光芒，使他们欢悦而静谧。
They are cruel in their envy, their words are like hidden knives thirsting for blood.
他们的贪婪和嫉妒是残酷的；他们的言语，如暗藏的刀，渴望着饮血。
Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.
去，站在他们盛怒的心中，我的孩子，把你那和善的目光投到他们身上，仿佛那夜晚的宽容的和平遮蔽了白日的纷扰。
Let them see your face, my child,and thus know the meaning of all things;let them love you and thus love each other.
我的孩子，让他们看看你的脸，于是他们明白了万物的意义，让他们爱你，于是他们能够相爱。
Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless,my child. At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower, and at sunset bend your head and in silence complete the worship of the day.
来，坐在无垠的怀抱里，我的孩子。日出时，将心敞开，孕育成花朵；夕阳西沉时，低下你的头，静静地完成这一天的膜拜。