I believe there is a person who brings sunshine into your life. That person may have enough to spread around. But if you really have to wait for someone to bring you the sun and give you a good feeling, then you may have to wait a long time.

　　【翻译】

　　相信会有一个人把阳光带进你的生活中是可以的。那个人也许会有足够的东西去四处传播。但是,如果你真的要等别人带给你阳光,带给你美好的感受,那你也许要等上很长的时间。

50字英语 短篇美文

A Grain of Sand
一粒沙子
　　　　William Blake/威廉.布莱克
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild fllower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
从一粒沙子看到一个世界，
从一朵野花看到一个天堂，
把握在你手心里的就是无限，
永恒也就消融于一个时辰。If you were a teardrop;

In my eye,

For fear of losing you,

I would never cry.

And if the golden sun,

Should cease to shine its light,

Just one smile from you,

Would make my whole world bright.

如果你是我眼里的一滴泪；

为了不失去你；

我将永不哭泣；

如果金色的阳光；

停止了它耀眼的光芒；

你的一个微笑；

将照亮我的整个世界。     夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。　　　　　　　　　　　　
    秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。　　　　　
    Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
    And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall
there with a sign.

    “海水呀，你说的是什么？”　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
　　　“是永恒的疑问。”　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
　　　“天空呀，你回答的话是什么？”　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
    “是永恒的沉默。”　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.

    “可能”问“不可能”道：　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
    “你住在什么地方呢？”　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
    它回答道：“在那无能为力者的梦境里。”　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
    Asks the Possible to the Impossible,
    Where is your dwelling-place?
    In the dreams of the impotent, comes the answer.

　　摘下这朵花来，拿了去罢，不要迟延！我怕它会萎谢了，掉在尘土里。
　　它也许配不上你的花冠，但请你采折它，以你手采折的痛苦来给它光宠。我怕在我警觉之先，日光已逝，供献的时间过了。
　　虽然它颜色不深，香气很淡，请仍用这花来礼拜，趁着还有时间，就采折罢。

    Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.

   I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.

    Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

我的歌曲把她的妆饰卸掉。她没有了衣饰的骄奢。妆饰会成为我们合一之玷：它们会横阻在我们之间，它们丁当的声音会掩没了你的细语。
　　我的诗人的虚荣心，在你的容光中羞死。呵，诗圣，我已经拜倒在你的脚前。只让我的生命简单正直像一枝苇笛，让你来吹出音乐。

    My song has put off her adornments. She has no pride of dress and decoration. Ornaments would mar our union; they would come between thee and me; their jingling would drown thy whispers.

    My poet's vanity dies in shame before thy sight. O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.

那穿起王子的衣袍和挂起珠宝项链的孩子，在游戏中他失去了一切的快乐；他的衣服绊着他的步履。
　　为怕衣饰的破裂和污损，他不敢走进世界，甚至于不敢挪动。
　　母亲，这是毫无好处的，如你的华美的约束，使人和大地健康的尘土隔断，把人进入日常生活的盛大集会的权利剥夺去了。

    The child who is decked with prince's robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step.

    In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps himself from the world, and is afraid even to move.

    Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keeps one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.

　呵，傻子，想把自己背在肩上！呵，乞人，来到你自己门口求乞！
　　把你的负担卸在那双能担当一切的手中罢，永远不要惋惜地回顾。
　　你的欲望的气息，会立刻把它接触到的灯火吹灭。它是不圣洁的——不要从它不洁的手中接受礼物。只领受神圣的爱所付予的东西。

    O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders! O beggar, to come beg at thy own door!

    Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all, and never look behind in regret.

    Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath. It is unholy---take not thy gifts through its unclean hands. Accept only what is offered by sacred love.

  被我用我的名字囚禁起来的那个人，在监牢中哭泣。我每天不停地筑着围墙；当这道围墙高起接天的时候，我的真我便被高墙的黑影遮断不见了。
  我以这道高墙自豪，我用沙土把它抹严，唯恐在这名字上还留着一丝罅隙，我煞费了苦心，我也看不见了真我。

    He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon. I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

    I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand lest a least hole should be left in this name; and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.

  我独自去赴幽会。是谁在暗寂中跟着我呢？
  我走开躲他，但是我逃不掉。
  他昂首阔步，使地上尘土飞扬；我说出的每一个字里，都掺杂着他的喊叫。
  他就是我的小我，我的主，他恬不知耻；但和他一同到你门前，我却感到羞愧。

    I came out alone on my way to my tryst. But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?

    I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.

    He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger; he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.

    He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame; but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.

根是地下的枝。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
枝是空中的根。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
Roots are the branches down in the earth.
Branches are roots in the air.