Song of Wisdom
Mu Dan

I have reached illusion's end
In this grove of falling leaves ,
Each leaf a signal of past joy ,
Drifting sere within my heart.

Some were loves of youthful days????
Blazing meteors in a distant sky ,
Extinguished , vanished without trace ,
Or dropped before me , stiff and cold as ice .

Some were boisterous friendships ,
Fullblown blossoms , innocend of coming fall .
Society dammed the pulsing blood ,
Life cast molten passion in reality's shell .

Another joy , the spell of high ideals ,
Drew me through many a twisting mile of thorn .
To suffer for ideals is no pain ;
But oh ,to see them mocked and scorned !

Now nothing remains but remorse????
Daily punishment for past pride .
When the glory of the sky stands condemned,
In this wasteland, what colour survive ?

There is one tree that stands alone intact ,
It thrives , I know , on my suffering's lifeblood .
Its greenshade mocks me ruthlessly !
O wisdom tree ! I curse your every growing bud .

智慧之歌
穆旦

我已走到了幻想底尽头，

这是一片落叶飘零的树林，

每一片叶子标记着一种欢喜，

现在都枯黄地堆积在内心。


有一种欢喜是青春的爱情，

那是遥远天边的灿烂的流星，

有的不知去向，永远消逝了，

有的落在脚前，冰冷而僵硬。


另一种欢喜是喧腾的友谊，

茂盛的花不知道还有秋季，

社会的格局代替了血的沸腾，

生活的冷风把热情铸为实际。


另一种欢喜是迷人的理想，

它使我在荆棘之途走得够远，

为理想而痛苦并不可怕，

可怕的是看它终于成笑谈。


只有痛苦还在，它是日常生活

每天在惩罚自己过去的傲慢，

那绚烂的天空都受到谴责，

还有什么彩色留在这片荒原？


但惟有一棵智慧之树不凋，

我知道它以我的苦汁为营养，

它的碧绿是对我无情的嘲弄，

我诅咒它每一片叶的滋长。