不经意间母亲节又到了,没有什么特别的东西献给自己的母亲,心中难免有些愧疚!昨天偶尔看到一封英文邮件,很受感动,于是就把全文翻译下来,献给全天下的母亲们,也希望作为儿女的我们能从中读到些什么。下面是本人的译文,并将英语原文附后,希望能与大家分享!(标题是本人加的,原文没有标题)
母亲
——侠骨柔情译
2006年5月13日星期六上午
当清晨来临的时候,前面有一座小山。孩子们刚爬到半山腰便累得筋疲力尽。母亲也很累,但是她却鼓励孩子们说:“再坚持一会儿,我们就到山顶了。”于是孩子们重新鼓足勇气继续往上爬。爬到山顶后,孩子们说:“妈妈,如果没有你,我们根本到不了山顶。”
晚上,妈妈躺下来,看着满天星斗自言自语:“今天比昨天又前进了一步,因为我的孩子们已经学会了在困难面前变得坚忍刚毅。昨天我给了他们勇气,今天我又赋予他们力量。”
第二天来临,战争、仇恨和邪恶的阴云笼罩着他们的天空。孩子们在黑暗中摸索前进,不小心绊倒了。母亲对他们说:“抬起头来向上看,睁大眼睛向着光明。”孩子们抬头看到云端的尽头有一道耀眼的光环。这道光环指引着他们走出黑暗。到了晚上,母亲说:“今天是最快乐的一天,因为我让孩子们看到了上帝。”
日复一日,年复一年,岁月一天天过去,母亲日渐老去,变得弯腰驼背。但是她的儿女们却茁壮成长,身强力壮,步履中充满了力量。前面的道路崎岖不平,很难前进,于是他们就把母亲背在背上,因为年迈的母亲体态轻盈,就得象一根羽毛。最终他们爬上了又一个山顶。极目远眺,他们看到远处有一条光明大道,还有一道金光闪闪的大门敞开着。母亲说:“我生命的旅程已经走到了尽头,不过我已经看到落幕比开场时更美丽的风景,因为我的儿女们已经学会了独立行走,还有他们的子子孙孙……”
孩子们说:“妈妈,你将永远和我们在一起,共同前进,即使将来某一天你从那道门走了进去。”
他们站在那儿,目送着妈妈独自一人走了,那道门随即在她身后慢慢关闭了。他们说:“我们再也看不到亲爱的母亲了,但是她仍然和我们在一起。一个象我们的母亲一样的母亲不仅仅存在于我们的记忆中,她永远都活着……活在我们的世界中……”
你的母亲也永远与你在一起……
当你散步街头,她就是你身旁树叶发出的沙沙声;
当你穿上洗得干干净净的袜子时,她就是袜子上散发出的淡淡清香;
当你生病时,她就是轻柔地抚在你额头的那只温暖的手;
母亲就在你爽朗的笑声中;
母亲就在你每一滴晶莹剔透的泪珠中;
母亲是你的生命之源,是你生长的摇篮;
母亲是指引你在人生旅途中步步前行的那张地图;
母亲是你的初恋,是你第一次心痛;
地球上没有任何东西可以把你们分离——时间、空间甚至死亡!
把这篇文章发送给所有你认识的母亲和她们的儿女,
我们就会永远理解、爱戴和怀念我们的母亲——世界上那个将最无私的爱送给我们,我们也最爱的人……
再把这篇文章发送给你所认识的男人们,因为他们同样也有母亲………
家是你生命传奇开始的地方!
英文原文如下:
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and
the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary.
But at all times she said to the children," A little patience and we
are there."
So the children climbed, and when they reached the top
they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."
And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up
at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my
children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I
gave them courage.
Today, I 've given them strength."
And the next day came strange clouds which darkened
the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped
and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the
light.
" And the children looked and saw above the clouds
an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the
darkness. And that night the Mother said,
"This is the best day of all, for
I have shown my children God."
And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and
the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent.
But her children were tall and strong, and walked with
courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her,
for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill,
and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.
And
mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the
end
is better than the beginning, for my children can
walk alone, and their children after them."
And the children said, "You will always walk with us,
Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates
closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her
but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She
is a living presence......."
Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper
of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach
in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand
on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives
inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place you came from, your first home; and
she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first
love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can
separate you.
Not time, not space... not even death!
PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS & CHILDREN YOU KNOW.
MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED...
Pass it on to the men too because they have mothers too....
Home is where your story begins