先知国_纪伯伦_-第5章

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正如你的心；　

一个悸动而漫无目的的欲望，正如你的欲望；　

一个尚未被聚集的思想，正如你的思想。　

〃啊，云雾，我的姐妹！我母亲所生的第一个孩子！　

我的双手仍然握着你叮嘱我撒播的种子，　

我的双唇还封绒着你想让我吟唱的歌，　

我没有给你带回果实，也没有带来歌的回声，　

因为我的双手已盲，我的双唇闭结。　

〃啊，云雾，我的姐妹！我深爱着这个世界，世界也如此深爱着我，　

因为我全部的微笑都挂于她的唇上，而她的所有泪水都积于我的眼中。　

但在我与她之间仍有一道沉寂的鸿沟。　

她不想跨过，我也不能逾越。　

啊，云雾，我的姐妹！我不死的云雾姐妹！　

我为孩子们唱过古老的歌，　

他们曾面带惊奇倾听过。　

可明天他们或许会忘却这支歌，　

我不知道风儿会把这歌又带向何方，　

这古老的歌虽并不专属于我，却曾进人我的心田，　

亦曾在我的唇间驻留过瞬间。　

〃啊，云雾，我的姐妹！　

尽管这一切都已逝去，我的心却依然平静。　

能为已诞生的人们祝歌，对我已经足够，　

纵然那歌实非归我所有，可它唱出的是我心底的渴望。〃啊，云雾！我的姐妹！我的云雾姐妹！我已与你会一。此后我不再是一个自我，围墙已经倒塌，锁链已经砸碎，我已飞向你，作为云雾！我们将同游大海，直到复生之日到来。那时晨底把你化作露珠洒向花园，而让我变作婴儿置于一个妇人的怀中。〃

xiＡoshuotxＴ。cＯＭ



The　Garden　Of　The　Prophet　（1）

×小×说×t××xt×天×堂
the　garden　of　the　prophet　（1）

almustafa；　the　chosen　and　the　beloved；　who　was　a　noon　unto　his　own　day；　returned　to　the　isle　of　his　birth　in　the　month　of　tichreen；　which　is　the　month　of　remembrance。

and　as　his　ship　approached　the　harbour；　he　stood　upon　its　prow；　and　his　mariners　were　about　him。　and　there　was　a　homeing　in　his　heart。

and　he　spoke；　and　the　sea　was　in　his　voice；　and　he　said：　〃behold；　the　isle　of　our　birth。　even　here　the　earth　heaved　us；　a　song　and　a　riddle；　a　song　unto　the　sky；　a　riddle　unto　the　earth；　and　what　is　there　between　earth　and　sky　that　shall　carry　the　song　and　solve　the　riddle　save　our　own　passion？

〃the　sea　yields　us　once　more　to　these　shores。　we　are　but　another　wave　of　her　waves。　she　sends　us　forth　to　sound　her　speech；　but　how　shall　we　do　so　unless　we　break　the　symmetry　of　our　heart　on　rock　and　sand？

〃for　this　is　the　law　of　mariners　and　the　sea：　if　you　would　freedom；　you　must　needs　turn　to　mist。　the　formless　is　for　ever　seeking　form；　even　as　the　countless　nebulae　would　bee　suns　and　moons；　and　we　who　have　sought　much　and　return　now　to　this　isle；　rigid　moulds；　we　must　bee　mist　once　more　and　learn　of　the　beginning。　and　what　is　there　that　shall　live　and　rise　unto　the　heights　except　it　be　broken　unto　passion　and　freedom？

〃for　ever　shall　we　be　in　quest　of　the　shores；　that　we　may　sing　and　be　heard。　but　what　of　the　wave　that　breaks　where　no　ear　shall　hear？　it　is　the　unheard　in　us　that　nurses　our　deeper　sorrow。　yet　it　is　also　the　unheard　which　carves　our　soul　to　form　and　fashion　our　destiny。〃

then　one　of　his　mariners　came　forth　and　said：　〃master；　you　have　captained　our　longing　for　this　harbour；　and　behold；　we　have　e。　yet　you　speak　of　sorrow；　and　of　hearts　that　shall　be　broken。〃

and　he　answered　him　and　said：　〃did　i　not　speak　of　freedom；　and　of　the　mist　which　is　our　greater　freedom？　yet　it　is　in　pain　i　make　pilgrimage　to　the　isle　where　i　was　born；　even　like　unto　a　ghost　of　one　slain　e　to　kneel　before　those　who　have　slain　him。〃

and　another　mariner　spoke　and　said：　〃behold；　the　multitudes　on　the　sea…wall。　in　their　silence　they　have　foretold　even　the　day　and　the　hour　of　your　ing；　and　they　have　gathered　from　their　fields　and　vineyards　in　their　loving　need；　to　await　you。〃

and　almustafa　looked　afar　upon　the　multitudes；　and　his　heart　was　mindful　of　their　yearning；　and　he　was　silent。

then　a　cry　came　from　the　people；　and　it　was　a　cry　of　remembrance　and　of　entreaty。

and　he　looked　upon　his　mariners　and　said：　〃and　what　have　i　brought　them？　a　hunter　was　i；　in　a　distant　land。　with　aim　and　might　i　have　spent　the　golden　arrows　they　gave　me；　but　i　have　brought　down　no　game。　i　followed　not　the　arrows。　mayhap　they　are　spreading　now　in　the　sun　with　the　pinions　of　wounded　eagles　that　would　not　fall　to　the　earth。　and　mayhap　the　arrow…heads　have　fallen　into　the　hands　of　those　who　had　need　of　them　for　bread　and　wine。

〃i　know　not　where　they　have　spent　their　flight；　but　this　i　know：　they　have　made　their　curve　in　the　sky。

〃even　so；　loves　hand　is　still　upon　me；　and　you；　my　mariners；　still　sail　my　vision；　and　i　shall　not　be　dumb。　i　shall　cry　out　when　the　hand　of　the　seasons　is　upon　my　throat；　and　i　shall　sing　my　words　when　my　lips　are　burned　with　flames。〃

and　they　were　troubled　in　their　hearts　because　he　spoke　of　these　things。　and　one　said：　〃master；　teach　us　all；　and　mayhap　because　your　blood　flows　in　our　veins；　and　our　breath　is　of　your　fragrance；　we　shall　understand。〃

the　he　answered　them；　and　the　wind　was　in　his　voice；　and　he　said：　〃brought　you　me　to　the　isle　of　my　birth　to　be　a　teacher？　not　yet　have　i　been　caged　by　wisdom。　too　young　am　i　and　too　verdant　to　speak　of　aught　but　self；　which　is　for　ever　the　deep　calling　upon　the　deep。

〃let　him　who　would　have　wisdom　seek　it　in　the　buttercup　or　in　a　pinch　of　red　clay。　i　am　still　the　singer。　still　i　shall　sing　the　earth；　and　i　shall　sing　your　lost　dreaming　that　walks　the　day　between　sleep　and　sleep。　but　i　shall　gaze　upon　the　sea。〃

and　now　the　ship　entered　the　harbour　and　reached　the　sea…wall；　and　he　came　thus　to　the　isle　of　his　birth　and　stood　once　more　amongst　his　own　people。　and　a　great　cry　arose　from　their　hearts　so　that　the　loneliness　of　his　home…ing　was　shaken　within　him。

and　they　were　silent　awaiting　his　word；　but　he　answered　them　not；　for　the　sadness　of　memory　was　upon　him；　and　he　said　in　his　heart：　〃have　i　said　that　i　shall　sing？　nay；　i　can　but　open　my　lips　that　the　voice　of　life　may　e　forth　and　go　out　to　the　wind　for　joy　and　support。〃

then　karima；　she　who　had　played　with　him；　a　child；　in　the　garden　of　his　mother；　spoke　and　said：　〃twelve　years　have　you　hidden　your　face　from　us；　and　for　twelve　years　have　we　hungered　and　thirsted　for　your　voice。〃

and　he　looked　upon　her　with　exceeding　tenderness；　for　it　was　she　who　had　closed　the　eyes　of　his　mother　when　the　white　wings　of　death　had　gathered　her。

and　he　answered　and　said：　〃twelve　years？　said　you　twelve　years；　karima？　i　measured　not　my　longing　with　the　starry　rod；　nor　did　i　sound　the　depth　thereof。　for　love　when　love　is　homesick　exhausts　times　measurements　and　times　soundings。

〃there　are　moments　that　hold　aeons　of　separation。　yet　parting　is　naught　but　an　exhaustion　of　the　mind。　perhaps　we　have　not　parted。〃

and　almustafa　looked　upon　the　people；　and　he　saw　them　all；　the　youth　and　the　aged；　the　stalwart　and　the　puny；　those　who　were　ruddy　with　the　touch　of　wind　and　sun；　and　those　who　were　of　pallid　countenance；　and　upon　their　face　a　light　of　longing　and　of　questioning。　and　one　spoke　and　said：　〃master；　life　has　dealt　bitterly　with　our　hopes　and　our　desires。　our　hearts　are　troubled；　and　we　do　not　understand。　i　pray　you；　fort　us；　and　open　to　us　the　meanings　of　our　sorrows。〃

and　his　heart　was　moved　with　passion；　and　he　said：　〃life　is　older　than　all　things　living；　even　as　beauty　was　winged　ere　the　beautiful　was　born　on　earth；　and　even　as　truth　was　truth　ere　it　was　uttered。

〃life　sings　in　our　silences；　and　dreams　in　our　slumber。　even　when　we　are　beaten　and　low；　life　is　enthroned　and　high。　and　when　we　weep；　life　smiles　upon　the　day；　and　is　free　even　when　we　drag　our　chains。

〃oftentimes　we　call　life　bitter　names；　but　only　when　we　ourselves　are　bitter　and　dark。　and　we　deem　her　empty　and　unprofitable；　but　only　when　the　soul　goes　wandering　in　desolate　places；　and　the　heart　is　drunken　with　over…mindfulness　of　self。

〃life　is　deep　and　high　and　distant；　and　though　only　your　vast　vision　can　reach　even　her　feet；　yet　she　is　near；　and　though　only　the　breath　of　your　breath　reaches　her　heart；　the　shadow　of　your　shadow　crosses　her　face；　and　the　echo　of　your　faintest　cry　bees　a　spring　and　an　autumn　in　her　breast。

〃and　life　is　veiled　and　hidden；　even　as　your　greater　self　is　hidden　and　veiled。　yet　when　life　speaks；　all　the　winds　bee　words；　and　when　she　speaks　again；　the　smiles　upon　your　lips　and　the　tears　in　your　eyes　turn　also　into　words。　when　she　sings；　the　deaf　hear　and　are　held；　and　when　she　es　walking；　the　sightless　behold　her　and　are　amazed　and　follow　her　in　wonder　and　astonishm