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That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides, thus casting coloured shadows on thy radiance---such is thy maya.
我應(yīng)當(dāng)自己發(fā)揚(yáng)光大、四周放射、投映彩影于你的光輝之中－－這便是你的幻境。
Thou settest a barrier in thine own being and then callest thy severed self in myriad notes.
你在你自身里立起隔欄，用無數(shù)不同的音調(diào)來呼喚你的分身。
This thy self-separation has taken body in me.
你這分身已在我體內(nèi)成形。
The poignant song is echoed through all the sky in many-coloured tears and smiles, alarms and hopes; waves rise up and sink again, dreams break and form.
高亢的歌聲響徹諸天，在多彩的眼淚與微笑，震驚與希望中回應(yīng)著；波起復(fù)落，夢破又圓。
In me is thy own defeat of self.
在我里面是你自身的破滅。
This screen that thou hast raised is painted with innumerable figures with the brush of the night and the day.
你卷起的那重簾幕，是用書和夜的畫筆，繪出了無數(shù)的花樣。
Behind it thy seat is woven in wondrous mysteries of curves, casting away all barren lines of straightness.
幕后的你的座位，是用奇妙神秘的曲線織成。拋棄了一切無聊的筆直的線條。
The great pageant of thee and me has overspread the sky.
你我組成的偉麗的行列，布滿了天空。
With the tune of thee and me all the air is vibrant, and all ages pass with the hiding and seeking of thee and me.
因著你我的歌音，太空都在震顫，一切時(shí)代都在你我捉迷藏中度過了。
