The Arrow and the song
i shot an arrow into the air,
it fell to earth, i knew not where;
for, so swiftly it flew, the sight
could not follow it in its flight.
i breathed a song into the air,
it fell to earth, i knew not where;
for who has sight so keen and strong,
that it can follow the flight of song?
long, long afterwards, in an oak
i found the arrow, still unbroke;
and the song, from beginning to end,
i found again in the heart of a friend.
箭与歌
我向天射去一箭
当它坠下，已鸿飞渺渺
因它疾逝而去
它的踪迹已无处可寻
我对天放歌一曲
当它飘落，却无影无踪
谁能眼力敏捷
追寻到那飘逸的歌声
很久很久以后，在一棵橡树里
我发现那箭完好无损
而那一阙歌，也由始至终
藏于友人心里