tian xin 于 1999/11/27 15:29:28 发表在 汉英
Oscar Wilde
Parable
Christ came from a white plain to a purple city, and as He passed through the first street, he heard voices overhead, and saw a young man lying drunk upon a window-sill, "Why do you waste your soul in drunkenness?" He said. "Lord, I was a leper and you healed me, what else can I do?"
A little further through the town He saw a young man following a harlot, and said, "Why do you dissolve your soul in debauchery?" and the young man answered, "Lord, I was blind, and You healed me, what else can I do?"
At last in the middle of the city He saw an old man crouching, weeping upon the ground, and when He asked why he wept, the old man answered, "Lord, I was dead, and You raised me into life, what else can I do but weep?"
Comment: The author called it the best short story in the world and would repeat it on getting out of bed and before every meal each day.
From personal experience, if after the first reading, you don't know what exactly it is saying, then you are potentially a poet; if when reading it aloud, your vision is blurred and voice choked on the last line, then you are just about to be a poet; if upon the third reading, your mental make-up is shattered by its terrible beauty, then you are doomed to be a poet:(
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As long as you read this piece, you're a poet, one of the 3 types anyway:-)
作者：potential nonpoet - 1999/11/27 15:56:58
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What Shall I Be
作者：He Zi - 1999/11/27 17:24:27
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"Next time I shall die
Bringing forth wings and feathers
like angels: after that
Soaring higher than angels-
What you cannot imagine.
I shall be that."
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The Ascending Soul
作者：tian xin - 1999/11/27 19:16:24
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Here is a different and fuller version of the poem:
"I died as mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet, once more, I shall die as man, to soar
With angels blessed; but even from angelhood
I must pass on; all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel soul,
I shall become what no mind e'er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! For Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones, "To Him we shall return!"
Source: God Speaks--by Meher Baba, Dodd, Mead & Company, 1973
In the above poem, Rumi tells the evolution and final destiny of the soul in poetical language. You may find a prose exposition of the evolution and involution of consciousness, and the spiritual path of the soul in chapters "The Beginning and End of Creation" and "The Formation and Formation of Sanskaras" in Discourses.
Have a nice weekend!
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So it's in Meher Baba too! Lots of thanks.
作者：He Zi - 1999/11/27 21:36:25
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I copied only part of the poem from Idries Shah's "The Way of the Sufi", at an attempt to show more or less what I felt about Wilde's story. Here is the full quotation:
"I have again and again grown like grass;
I have experienced seven hundred and seventy moulds.
I died from minerality and became vegetable;
And from vegetativeness I died and became man.
Then why fear disappearance through death?
Next time I shall die
Bring forth wings and feathers like angels:
After that soaring higher than angels-
What you cannot imagine. I shall be that."
I'll look for Meher Baba's interpretation. Good Sunday afternoon :-)
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