作者：纪伯伦
出版社：陕西师范大学出版社
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版权信息书名：中小学生必读丛书：沙与沫 (中小学生新课标必读丛书)作者：纪伯伦排版：KingStar出版社：陕西师范大学出版社出版时间：2010-08-01ISBN：9787561348642本书由北京新华先锋出版科技有限公司授权北京当当科文电子商务有限公司制作与发行。—·版权所有 侵权必究·—卡里·纪伯伦KAHLIL GIBRAN黎巴嫩诗人、作家、画家。被称为“艺术天才”、“黎巴嫩文坛骄子”，是阿拉伯现代小说、散文和艺术的主要奠基人，20世纪阿拉伯新文学道路的开拓者之一。其主要作品蕴涵了丰富的社会性和东方精神，不以情节为重，旨在抒发丰富的情感。代表作品有《沙与沫》、《先知》、《大地之神》等。冰心序
纪伯伦一八八三年生于黎巴嫩山。十二岁时到过美国，两年后又回到东方，进了贝鲁特的阿希马大学。
一九○三年，他又到美国住了五年，在波士顿的时候居多。此后他便到巴黎学绘画，同时漫游了欧洲，一九一二年回到纽约，在那里久住。
这时他用阿拉伯文写了许多的书，有些已译成欧洲各国的文字。以后又用英文写了几本，如《疯人》（The madman, 1981），《先驱者》（The Forerunner, 1920），《先知》（The Prophet, 1923），《人子的耶稣》（Jesus the Son of Man, 1928）等，都在纽约克那夫书店出版。——《先知》是他的最受欢迎的作品。
关于作者的生平，我所知道的，只是这些了。我又知道法国的雕刻名家罗丹称他为二十世纪的布莱克；又知道他的作品曾译成十八种文字，到处受到热烈的欢迎。
这本书，《先知》，是我在一九二七年冬月在美国朋友处读到的，那满含着东方气息的超妙的哲理和流丽的文词，予我以极深的印象！一九二八年春天，我曾请我的“习作”班同学，分段移译。以后不知怎么，那译稿竟不曾收集起来。一九三○年三月，病榻无聊，又把它重看了一遍，觉得这本书实在有翻译的价值，于是我逐段翻译了。从那年四月十八日起，逐日在天津《益世报》文学副刊发表。不幸那副刊不久就停止了，我的译述也没有继续下去。
今年夏日才一鼓作气地把它译完。我感到许多困难，哲理的散文本来难译，哲理的散文诗就更难译了。我自信我还尽力，不过书中还有许多词句，译定之后，我仍有无限的犹疑。这是我初次翻译的工作，我愿得到读者的纠正和指导。
八，二十三，一九三一。冰心《沙与沫》Sand and Foam
我永远在沙岸上行走，
在沙土和泡沫的中间。
高潮会抹去我的脚印，
风也会把泡沫吹走。
但是海洋和沙岸却将永远存在。
我曾抓起一把烟雾。
然后我伸掌一看，哎哟，烟雾变成一个虫子。
我把手握起再伸开一看，手里却是一只鸟。
我再把手握起又伸开，在掌心里站着一个容颜忧郁，向天仰首的人。
我又把手握起，当我伸掌的时候，除了烟雾以外，一无所有。
但是我听到了一支绝顶甜柔的歌曲。
I am forever walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam.
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain forever.
Once I filled my hand with mist.
Then I opened it and lo, the mist was a worm.
And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird.
And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face, turned upward.
And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it there was naught but mist.
But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness.
仅仅在昨天，我认为我自己只是一个碎片，无韵律地在生命的穹苍中颤抖。
现在我晓得，我就是那穹苍，一切生命都是在我里面有韵律地转动的碎片。
他们在觉醒的时候对我说：“你和你所居住的世界，只不过是无边海洋的无边沙岸上的一粒沙子。”
在梦里我对他们说：“我就是那无边的海洋，大千世界只不过是我的沙岸上的沙粒。”
It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life.
Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.
They say to me in their awakening, "You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
And in my dream I say to them, "I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
只有一次把我窘得哑口无言，就是当一个人问我“你是谁？”的时候。
想到神的第一个念头是一个天使。
说到神的第一个字眼是一个人。
我们是有海洋以前千万年的扑腾着、飘游着、追求着的生物，森林里的风把语言给予了我们。
那么我们怎能以昨天的声音来表现我们心中的远古年代呢？
斯芬克斯只说过一次话。斯芬克斯说：“一粒沙子就是一片沙漠，一片沙漠就是一粒沙子；现在再让我们沉默下去吧。”
Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, "Who are you?"
The first thought of God was an angel.
The first word of God was a man.
We were fluttering, wandering, longing creatures a thousand thousand years before the sea and the wind in the forest gave us words.
Now how can we express the ancient of days in us with only the sounds of our yesterdays?
The Sphinx spoke only once, and the Sphinx said, "A grain of sand is a desert, and a desert is a grain of sand; and now let us all be silent again."
我听到了斯芬克斯的话，但是我不懂得。
我在埃及的沙土上躺了很久，沉默着而且忘却了季节。
然后太阳把生命给了我，我起来在尼罗河岸上行走。
和白天一同唱歌，和黑夜一同做梦。
现在太阳又用一千只脚在我身上践踏，让我再在埃及的沙土上躺下。
但是，请看一个奇迹和一个谜吧！
那个把我集聚起来的太阳，不能把我打散。
我依旧挺立着，我以稳健的步履在尼罗河岸上行走。
I heard the Sphinx, but I did not understand.
Long did I lie in the dust of Egypt, silent and unaware of the seasons.
Then the sun gave me birth, and I rose and walked upon the banks of the Nile.
Singing with the days and dreaming with the nights.
And now the sun threads upon me with a thousand feet that I may lie again in the dust of Egypt.
But behold a marvel and a riddle!
The very sun that gathered me cannot scatter me.
Still erect am I, and sure of foot do I walk upon the banks of the Nile.
记忆是相会的一种形式。
健忘是自由的一种形式。
我们依据无数太阳的运转来测定时间；他们以他们口袋里的小小的机器来测定时间。
那么请告诉我，我们怎能在同一的地点和同一的时间相会呢？
对于从银河的窗户里下望的人，空间就不是地球与太阳之间的空间了。
人性是一条光河，从永久以前流向永久。
难道在以太里居住的精灵，不妒羡世人的痛苦吗？
Remembrance is a form of meeting.
Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.
We measure time according to the movement of countless suns; and they measure time by little machines in their little pockets.
Now tell me, how could we ever meet at the same place and the same time?
Space is not space between the earth and the sun to one who looks down from the windows of the Milky Way.
Humanity is a river of light running from the ex-eternity to eternity.
Do not the spirits who dwell in the ether envy man his pain?
在到圣城去的路上，我遇到另一位香客，我问他：“这条就是到圣城去的路吗？”
他说：“跟我来吧，再有一天一夜就到达圣城了。”
我就跟随他。我们走了几天几夜，还没有走到圣城。
使我惊讶的是，他带错了路反而对我大发脾气。
神呵，让我做狮子的俘食，要不就让兔子做我的俘食吧。
除了通过黑夜的道路，人们不能到达黎明。
我的房子对我说：“不要离开我，因为你的过去住在这里。”
道路对我说，“跟我来吧，因为我是你的将来。”
我对我的房子和道路说，“我没有过去，也没有将来。如果我住下来，我的住中就有去；如果我去，我的去中就有住。只有爱和死才能改变一切。”
On my way to the Holy City I met another pilgrim and I asked him, "Is this indeed the way to the Holy City?"
And he said, "Follow me, and you will reach the Holy City in a day and a night."
And I followed him. And we walked many days and many nights, yet we did not reach the Holy City.
And what was to my surprise he became angry with me, because he had misled me.
Make me, oh God, the prey of the lion, ere You make the rabbit my prey.
One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night.
My house says to me, "Do not leave me, for here dwells your past."
And the road says to me, "Come and follow me, for I am your future."
And I say to both my house and the road, "I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my' going. Only love and death will change all things."
当那些睡在绒毛上面的人所做的梦，并不比睡在土地上的人的梦更美好的时候，我怎能对生命的公平失掉信心呢？
奇怪得很，对某些娱乐的愿望，也是我的痛苦的一部分。
How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?
Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.
曾有七次我鄙视了自己的灵魂：
第一次是在她可以上升而却谦让的时候。
第二次是我看见她在瘸者面前跛行的时候。
第三次是让她选择难易，而她选了易的时候。
第四次是她做错了事，却安慰自己说别人也同样做错了事。
第五次是她容忍了软弱，而把她的忍受称为坚强。
第六次是当她轻蔑一个丑恶的容颜的时候，却不知道那是她自己的面具中之一。
第七次是当她唱一首颂歌的时候，自己相信这是一种美德。
Seven times have I despised my soul:
The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height.
The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled.
The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy.
The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong.
The fifth time when she forbore for weakness, and attributed her patience to strength.
The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.
And the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue.
我不知道什么是绝对的真理。但是我对于我的无知是谦虚的，这其中就有了我的荣誉和报酬。
在人的幻想和成就中间有一段空间，只能靠他的热望来通过。
天堂就在那边，在那扇门后，在隔壁的房里；但是我把钥匙丢了。
也许我只是把它放错了地方。
你瞎了眼睛，我是又聋又哑，因此让我们握起手来互相了解吧。
一个人的意义不在于他的成就，而在于他所企求成就的东西。
I am ignorant of absolute truth. But I am humble before my ignorance and therein lies my honor and my reward.
There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.
Paradise is there, behind that door, in the next room; but I have lost the key.
Perhaps I have only mislaid it.
You are blind and I am deaf and dumb, so let us touch hands and understand.
The significance of man is not in what he attains, but rather in what he longs to attain.
我们中间，有些人像墨水，有些人像纸张。
若不是因为有些人是黑的话，有些人就成了哑巴；
若不是因为有些人是白的话，有些人就成了瞎子。
给我一只耳朵，我将给你以声音。
我们的心才是一块海绵；我们的心怀是一道河水。
然而我们大多宁愿吸收而不肯奔流，这不是很奇怪吗？
当你想望着无名的恩赐，怀抱着无端的烦恼的时候，你就真和一切生物一同长大，升向你的大我。
当一个人沉醉在一个幻象之中，他就会把这幻象的模糊的情味当作真实的酒。
你喝酒为的是求醉；我喝酒为的是要从别种的醉酒中清醒过来。
Some of us are like ink and some like paper.
And if it were not for the blackness of some of us, some of us would be dumb;
And if it were not for the whiteness of some of us, some of us would be blind.
Give me an ear and I will give you a voice.
Our mind is a sponge; our heart is a stream.
Is it not strange that most of us choose sucking rather than running?
When you long for blessings that you may not name, and when you grieve knowing not the cause, then indeed you are growing with all things that grow, and rising toward your greater self.
When one is drunk with a vision, he deems his faint expression of it the very wine.
You drink wine that you may be intoxicated; and I drink that it may sober me from that other wine.
当我的酒杯空了的时候，我就让它空着；但当它半满的时候，我却恨它半满。
一个人的实质，不在于他向你显露的那一面，而在于他所不能向你显露的那一面。
因此，如果你想了解他，不要去听他说出的话，而要去听他的没有说出的话。
我说的话有一半是没有意义的；我把它说出来，为的是也许会让你听到其他的一半。
幽默感就是分寸感。
当人们夸奖我多言的过失，责备我沉默的美德的时候，我的寂寞就产生了。
当生命找不到一个歌唱家来唱出她的心情的时候，她就产生一个哲学家来说出她的心思。
When my cup is empty I resign myself to its emptiness; but when it is half full I resent its half-fulness.
The reality of the other person is not in what he reveals to you, but in what he cannot reveal to you.
Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says but rather to what he does not say.
Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.
A sense of humour is a sense of proportion.
My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.
When Life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.
真理是常久被人知道的，有时被人说出的。
我们的真实的我是沉默的；后天的我是多嘴的。
我的生命内的声音达不到你的生命内的耳朵；但是为了避免寂寞，就让我们交谈吧。
当两个女人交谈的时候，她们什么话也没有说；当一个女人自语的时候，她揭露了生命的一切。
青蛙也许会叫得比牛更响，但是它们不能在田里拉犁，也不会在酒坊里牵磨，它们的皮也做不出鞋来。
只有哑巴才妒忌多嘴的人。
A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.
The real in us is silent; the acquired is talkative.
The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.
When two women talk they say nothing; when one woman speaks she reveals all of life.
Frogs may bellow louder than bulls, but they cannot drag the plough in the field not turn the wheel of the winepress, and of their skins you cannot make shoes.
Only the dumb envy the talkative.
如果冬天说，“春天在我的心里”，谁会相信冬天呢？
每一粒种子都是一个愿望。
如果你真的睁起眼睛来看，你会从每一个形象中看到你自己的形象。
如果你张开耳朵来听，你会在一切声音里听到你自己的声音。
真理是需要我们两个人来发现的：一个人来讲说它，一个人来了解它。
虽然言语的波浪永远在我们上面喧哗，而我们的深处却永远是沉默的。
许多理论都像一扇窗户，我们通过它看到真理，但是它也把我们同真理隔开。
让我们玩捉迷藏吧。你如果藏在我的心里，就不难把你找到。但是如果你藏到你的壳里去，那么任何人也找你不到的。
If winter should say, "Spring is in my heart," who would believe winter?
Every seed is a longing.
Should you really open your eyes and see, you would behold your image in all images.
And should you open your ears and listen, you would hear your own voice in all voices.
It takes two of us to discover truth: one to utter it and one to understand it.
Though the wave of words is forever upon us, yet our depth is forever silent.
Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.
Now let us play hide and seek. Should you hide in my heart it would not be difficult to find you. But should you hide behind your own shell, then it would be useless for anyone to seek you.
一个女人可以用微笑把她的脸蒙了起来。
那颗能够和欢乐的心一同唱出欢歌的忧愁的心，是多么高贵呵。
想了解女人，或分析天才，或想解答沉默的神秘的人，就是那个想从一个美梦中挣扎醒来坐到早餐桌上的人。
我愿意同走路的人一同行走。我不愿站住看着队伍走过。
对于服侍你的人，你欠他的还不只是金子。把你的心交给他或是服侍他吧。
没有，我们没有白活。他们不是把我们的骨头堆成堡垒了吗？
A woman may veil her face with a smile.
How noble is the sad heart who would sing a joyous song with joyous hearts.
He who would understand a woman, or dissect genius, or solve the mystery of silence is the very man who would wake from a beautiful dream to sit at a breakfast table.
I would walk with all those who walk. I would not stand still to watch the procession passing by.
You owe more than gold to him who serves you. Give him of your heart or serve him.
Nay, we have not lived in vain. Have they not built towers of our bones?
我们不要挑剔计较吧。诗人的心思和蝎子的尾巴，都是从同一块土地上光荣地升起的。
每一条毒龙都产生出一个屠龙的圣乔治来。
树木是大地写上天空中的诗。我们把它们砍下造纸，让我们可以把我们的空洞记录下来。
如果你要写作（只有圣人才晓得你为什么要写作），你必须有知识、艺术和魔术——字句的音乐的知识，不矫揉造作的艺术，和热爱你读者的魔术。
他们把笔蘸在我们的心怀里，就认为他们已经得了灵感了。
如果一棵树也写自传的话，它不会不像一个民族的历史。
如果我在“写诗的能力”和“未写成诗的欢乐”之间选择的话，我就要选那欢乐。因为欢乐是更好的诗。
但是你和我所有的邻居，都一致地说我总是不会选择。
Let us not be particular and sectional. The poet's mind and the scorpion's tail rise in glory from the same earth.
Every dragon gives birth to a St. George who slays it.
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness.
Should you care to write and only the saints know why you should you must needs have knowledge and art and magic—the knowledge of the music of words, the art of being artless, and the magic of loving your readers.
They dip their pens in our hearts and think they are inspired.
Should a tree write its autobiography it would not be unlike the history of a race.
If I were to choose between the power of writing a poem and the ecstasy of a poem unwritten, I would choose the ecstasy. It is better poetry.
But you and all my neighbors agree that I always choose badly.
诗不是一种表白出来的意见。它是从一个伤口或是一个笑口涌出的一首歌曲。
言语是没有时间性的。在你说它或是写它的时候应该懂得它的特点。
诗人是一个退位的君王，坐在他的宫殿的灰烬里，想用残灰捏出一个形象。
诗是欢乐、痛苦和惊奇穿插着词汇的一场交道。
一个诗人要想寻找他心里诗歌的母亲的话，是徒劳无功的。
我曾对一个诗人说：“不到你死后我们不会知道你的评价。”
他回答说：“是的，死亡永远是个揭露者。
如果你真想知道我的评价，那就是我心里的比舌上的多，我所愿望的比手里现有的多。”
如果你歌颂美，即使你是在沙漠的中心，你也会有听众。
Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth.
Words are timeless. You should utter them or write them with a knowledge of their timelessness.
A poet is a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
In vain shall a poet seek the mother of the songs of his heart.
Once I said to a poet, "We shall not know your worth until you die."
And he answered saying, "Yes, death is always the revealer.
And if indeed you would know my worth it is that I have more in my heart than upon my tongue, and more in my desire than in my hand."
If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.
诗是迷醉心怀的智慧。
智慧是心思里歌唱的诗。
如果我们能够迷醉人的心怀，同时也在他的心思中歌唱，
那么他就真个地在神的影中生活了。
灵感总是歌唱；灵感从不解释。
我们常为使自己入睡而对我们的孩子唱催眠的歌曲。
我们的一切字句，都是从心思的筵席上散落下来的残屑。
思想对于诗往往是一块绊脚石。
能唱出我们的沉默的，是一个伟大的歌唱家。
Poetry is wisdom that enchants the heart.
Wisdom is poetry that sings in the mind.
If we could enchant man's heart and at the same time sing in his mind,
Then in truth he would live in the shadow of God.
Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain.
We often sing lullabies to our children that we ourselves may sleep.
All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.
Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.
A great singer is he who sings our silences.
如果你嘴里含满了食物，你怎能歌唱呢？
如果你手里握满金钱，你怎能举起祝福之手呢？
他们说夜莺唱着恋歌的时候，把刺扎进自己的心膛。
我们也都是这样的。不这样我们还能歌唱吗？
天才只不过是晚春开始时节知更鸟所唱的一首歌。
连那最高超的心灵，也逃不出物质的需要。
疯人作为一个音乐家并不比你我逊色，不过他所弹奏的乐器有点失调而已。
在母亲心里沉默着的诗歌，在她孩子的唇上唱了出来。
How can you sing if your mouth be filled with food?
How shall your hand be raised in blessing if it is filled with gold?
They say the nightingale pierces his bosom with a thorn when he sings his love song.
So do we all. How else should we sing?
Genius is but a robin's song at the beginning of a slow spring.
Even the most winged spirit cannot escape physical necessity.
A madman is not less a musician than you or myself; only the instrument on which he plays is a little out of tune.
The song that lies silent in the heart of a mother sings upon the lips of her child.
没有不能圆满的愿望。
我和另外一个我，从来没有完全一致过。事物的实质似乎横梗在我们中间。
你的另外一个你总是为你难过。但是你的另外一个你就在难过中成长；那么就一切都好了。
除了在那些灵魂熟睡、躯壳失调的人的心里之外，灵魂和躯壳之间是没有斗争的。
当你达到生命的中心的时候，你将在万物中甚至于在看不见美的人的眼睛里，也会找到美。
我们活着只为的是去发现美。其他一切都是等待的种种形式。
No longing remains unfulfilled.
I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter seems to lie between us.
Your other self is always sorry for you. But your other self grows on sorrow; so all is well.
There is no struggle of soul and body save in the minds of those whose souls are asleep and whose bodies are out of tune.
When you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things, even in the eyes that are blind to beauty.
We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting.
撒下一粒种子，大地会给你一朵花。向天祝愿一个梦想，天空会给你一个情人。
你生下来的那一天，魔鬼就死去了。
你不必经过地狱去会见天使。
许多女子借到了男子的心；很少女子能占有它。
如果你想占有，你千万不可要求。
当一个男子的手接触到一个女子的手，他俩都接触到了永在的心。
爱情是情人之间的面幕。
每一个男子都爱着两个女人：一个是他想象的作品，另外一个还没有生下来。
不肯原谅女人的细微过失的男子，永远不会欣赏她们伟大的德性。
Sow a seed and the earth will yield you a flower. Dream your dream to the sky and it will bring you your beloved.
The devil died the very day you were born.
Now you do not have to go through hell to meet an angel.
Many a woman borrows a man's heart; very few could possess it.
If you would possess you must not claim.
When a man's hand touches the hand of a woman they both touch the heart of eternity.
Love is the veil between lover and lover.
Every man loves two women: the one is the creation of his imagination, and the other is not yet born.
Men who do not forgive women their little faults will never enjoy their great virtues.
不日日自新的爱情，变成一种习惯，而终于变成奴役。
情人只拥抱了他们之间的一种东西，而没有互相拥抱。
恋爱和疑忌是永不交谈的。
爱情是一个光明的字，被一只光明的手写在一张光明的册页上的。
友谊永远是一个甜柔的责任，从来不是一种机会。
如果你不在所有的情况下了解你的朋友，你就永远不会了解他。
Love that does not renew itself every day becomes a habit and in turn a slavery.
Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other.
Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.
Love is a word of light, written by a hand of light, upon a page of light.
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
If you do not understand your friend under all conditions you will never understand him.
你的最华丽的衣袍是别人织造的；
你的最可口的一餐是在别人的桌上吃的；
你的最舒适的床铺是在别人的房子里的。
那么请告诉我，你怎能把自己同别人分开呢？
你的心思和我的心怀将永远不会一致，除非你的心思不再居留于数字中，而我的心怀不再居留在云雾里。
除非我们把语言减少到七个字，我们将永不会互相了解。
我的心，除了把它敲碎以外，怎能把它打开呢？
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