Messenger by Mary Oliver

我的工作就是爱这个世界。
这是向日葵，这是蜂鸟---
同样追求甜蜜的人。
这是苏醒的酵母；那是蓝梅。
这斑斑的沙地上深深的宁静。
 我靴子破了吗？我的外套撕裂了吗？
我不再年轻，仍未臻一半的完美？
让我记在心中又有什么要紧
哪一项是我的工作，
那个基本上静静站着，洞悉惊诧的。
绯鶲，还是翠雀呢。
草场上的绵羊，大部分时间欢欣的草场，
因为所有的要素都在这儿，
那种感激之情，给予一个灵魂和一颗心脏
这衣着体态，
一张喊叫出快乐的嘴
对着飞蛾，对着鹪鹩，对着掘出的瞌睡的蛤蜊，
告诉他们一切，一遍又一遍，那就是为何
我们生生不息。
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird —
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
 
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
 
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
 
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.