the panther 豹
his vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. it seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
as he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.
only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly—. an image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.
if by life you were deceived
if by life you were deceived,
don't be dismal, don't be wild!
in the day of grief, be mild
merry days will come, believe.
heart is living in tomorrow;
present is dejected here;
in a moment, passes sorrow;
that which passes will be dear.
never forget 永远不要忘记
your presence is a gift to the world.
you're unique and one of a kind.
your life can be what you want it to be
take it one day at a time.
focus on your blessings, not your troubles.
and you'll make it through what comes along.
have belief in your ability.
persist, have courage, be strong.
things work out 守得云开见月明 by edgar a. guest 钟健鸣/译
because it rains when we wish it wouldn't,
because men do what they often should't,
because crops fail,and plans go wrong-
some of us grumble all day long.
but sometimes,in spite of the care and doubt,
it seems at last that things work out.
because we lose where we hoped to gain,
because we suffer a little pain,
because we must work when we'd like to play-
some of us whimper along life's way.
but somehow , as the day always follow the night
most of our troubles work out all right.
because we cannot forever smile,
because we must trudge in the dust awhile,
some of us whimper that life's all wrong.
but somehow,we live and our sky grows bright,
and ererything seems to work out all right.
so bend to your trouble and meet your care,
for the clouds must break,and the sky grows fair.
let the rain come down,as it must and will,
but keep on working and hoping still.
for in spite of the grumblers who stand about,
somehow,it seems,all things work out.
higher,higher,will we climb,
up the mount of glory,
that our names may live through time
in our country's story;
happy,when her welfare calls,
he who conquers,he who falls!
deeper,deeper,let us toil
in the mines of knowledge;
nature's wealth and learning's spoil
win from school and college;
delve we there for richer gems
than the stars of diadems.
onward,onward,will we press
through the path of duty;
virtue is true happiness,
excellence true beauty.
minds are of supernal birth:
let us make a heaven of earth.