在论坛里看到泰戈尔的诗，在朋友的space里听到老鹰乐队的歌，浅浅的忧伤，浅浅的希望，hoho~：）

 

泰戈尔老先生的诗：

The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.
The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.
I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.
The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor; but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.
I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.

 

冰心奶奶的译本：

我要唱的歌，直到昨天还没有唱出。
每天我总在乐器上调理弦索。
时间还没有到来，歌词也未曾填好，只有愿望的痛苦在我心中。
花蕊还未开放，只有风从旁叹息走过。
我没有看见过他的脸，也没有听见过他的声音；我只听见他轻蹑的足音，从我房前路上走过。
悠长的一天消磨在为他在地上铺设座位；但是灯火还未点上，我不能请他进来。
我生活在和他相会的希望中，但这相会的日子还没有来到。

 （说实话，不是很满意老奶奶的译文啊，可惜找不到徐志摩的译本）：

 

 

老鹰的歌：

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Will hurt you somehow

Don' you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of heats is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no youger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're loosin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late。

 

很多人都希望永恒，但真永恒怕只有希望。多年以前，咀嚼着这句话我离开校园，极不情愿的进入工作岗位。

 

再久以前，像大多的热血而朝气的少年，我喜欢阿根廷足球: 流畅、阳刚、飘逸，象征胜利的大力神杯，etc.,似乎所有赞美的词藻献给帕潘斯草原上的的雄鹰也不为过。后来，更喜欢橙色的荷兰。一夜之间的喜欢，6个点球射失5个的时候，似乎自己就在门前。从克鲁依夫到三剑客+冰王子，到冰王子+克鲁依为特+科库+岑登+范尼,.... 多少次郁金香一样的美丽绽放，又多少次与冠军使之交臂、战士一样躺倒在点球门前？......散场时镜头给了冰王子沮丧的眼神，一时间想起凡高和他的星月夜，想起奔放的郁金香也凋谢，我的心也似乎在滴血：哦，宿命，这个悲情的国度。

 

多年以前，热衷于罗素。念书的日子里也曾抱着西哲史狂看半个假期。喜欢风趣而不失公允的评论，喜欢那样的集大成。后来，不记得谁是犬儒、谁是功利。也许，把哲学当作乐趣的话，看更能让自己感同身受的那一类更好。所以只是更喜欢尼采，喜欢酒神，喜欢那种不屈的快意苦痛。还记得，那时冬天飘雪的周末，独坐窗前，看行里的院子慢慢下满雪，饮下一点白酒，慢慢咀嚼宿命，咀嚼天意。

 

前天，得知王X考PKU失败。我忽然又想起那句话。想起自己的失败。想起荷兰人的点球。想起尼采，想起酒神。哦，宿命！

 

拟把疏狂当一醉后，酒吧的笙歌里，看不清未来的路。
“想去学计算机，我真的觉得我可能干那个更合适。”
“再坚持一次吧？一宿没睡就去考试肯定影响......”
“也许，但不会那么全身心放在上边了。一起来学计算机？”
......暂时不去想吧。

 

酒吧里妙曼的歌声可以让我们暂时忘记去想未知的前途，却盅惑不了静夜里的沉思。荷兰人还在坚持着，——虽然三剑客时代里离大力神杯那么近的距离都被上帝拒之门外，可他们还在一次又一次用赏心悦目的攻势足球坚持着，老了克鲁依夫，老了三剑客，冰王子也迟暮了，还有范尼，还有范佩希，上帝，总会眷顾他们，.....

 

我们呢？

耶稣在十字架上，呼唤上帝：父啊，请不要弃绝我！ 上帝，也请不要弃绝我们！

 

好兄弟，再踢一次吧，即便又是点球，上帝会眷顾我们！