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别处有人想要六世达赖这首情诗的英文版,于是一个抛砖的引出好几块玉。放这说不定能再多出几块玉?(如果版主觉着不是原创,请随意搬家。)
那一夜,我彻夜聆听焚唱,不为参悟,只为寻你的一丝气息;
那一天,我终日咏诵经文,不为得道,只为倾听你的深情;
那一月,我转动所有的经筒,不为超度,只为触摸你的指尖;
那一年,我磕长头拥抱尘土,不为朝佛,只为贴近你的温暖;
那一世,我走遍十万大山,不为修来世,只为途中能与你相见。
gz:
That night, I listened to the chanting till daybreak, not for awakening, but to feel a puff of your breath
That day, I prayed through out the whole day, not for enlightenment, but to seek for your love
That month, I turned all prayer wheels, not to purify my soul, but to touch where your fingers touched
That year, I prostrated to embrace the dirt along my pilgrimage, not to worship the Buddha, but to feel your warmth
In that whole life I had, I searched through all ten thousand mountains, not for reincarnation, but wishing in vain to meet you again!
八十一子:
That night, I listened to the chanting till daybreak, not seeking awakening but the whisper under your breath
That day, I prayed till sunset, not asking for enlightenment but the feel of your compassion
That month, I turned all prayer wheels, not in quest for nirvana but the tenderness of your fingertips
That year, I prostrated to embrace the dirt along my pilgrimage, not for worshiping the Buddha but a touch of your warmth
That whole life I had, I searched ten thousand mountains, not for a path to reincarnation but the chance to meet you on the paths
老瓦:
That evening, my ears were but on the hymn, for no musing but a breath of your being
That day, my voice was but on the chant, for no awakening but a steal of your feeling
That month, my hands were but on the wheels, for no rebirth but a tap of your fingers
That year, my Orz was but on the dust, for no worship but a touch of your warmth
That long life of mine, my feet were all over the mountains, for no afterlife but a briefing with you midway
赏石:
At night, I am alerted to the intonation, not for enlightening, but snese of being
At day, I am endlessly reciting the scripture, not for being saintly, but flow of love
For months, I am turning every prayer wheel, not for heaven, but to hold on your finger tips
For years, I am embracing the earth on the road of pilgrimage, not for the holy, but the closeness of the warmth
For life, I climbed mountains after montains, not for the etnernity, but an opptunity of encountering midway |
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