Chuyện vẩn vơ của những người vơ vẩn [:D]

5.On Giving​

Then said a rich man, 'Speak to us of Giving.'
And he answered:
You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow?
And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the overprudent dog burying bones in the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city?
And what is fear of need but need itself?
Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, thirst that is unquenchable?
There are those who give little of the much which they have - and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.
And there are those who have little and give it all.
These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty.
There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.
And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism.
And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue;
They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.
Through the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth.
It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding;
And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving
And is there aught you would withhold?
All you have shall some day be given;
Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors'.
You often say, 'I would give, but only to the deserving.'
The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.
They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.
Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you.
And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream.
And what desert greater shall there be than that which lies in the courage and the confidence, nay the charity, of receiving?
And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed?
See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving.
For in truth it is life that gives unto life - while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.
And you receivers - and you are all receivers - assume no weight of gratitude, lest you lay a yoke upon yourself and upon him who gives.
Rather rise together with the giver on his gifts as on wings;
For to be overmindful of your debt, is to doubt his generosity who has the free-hearted earth for mother, and God for father.

Well,that's for today...một buổi đêm của 1 ngày buồn tẻ..chẳng được cái chuyện gì cả...post liền mấy bài cho các bác ngâm cứu chơi...to be cont.

Đúng như thế. Chiều hôm qua Vịt thực sự cảm thấy choáng vì hành động của những người xung quanh.
Bao nhiêu thanh niên chỉ biết giương mắt lên nhìn, và thầm thì với bạn gái mà không hề ra tay bênh vực cho 2 cô gái đang bị bắt nạt. Thật đáng xấu hổ, thế mà cũng gọi là con trai sao???Mà chiqui ơi, mày nhầm to rồi. Cái người đó không tâm thần chút nào đâu, mà mày phải dùng đúng từ là Chí Phèo thời nay.
Moi chuyện tuy đã qua đi nhưng Vịt đã nhìn đời với một con mắt khác đi một chút. Cuộc đời này đâu chỉ toàn là màu hồng??? Nó cũng có những mảng đen tối nữa đấy chứ. Và rất tiếc rằng chính những thanh niên đó lại làm cho Vịt nhận ra điều này. Buồn quá.
Vịt dễ thương

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Hic, Chiqui dốt tiếng Anh lém, nói ra thì xấu hổ nhưng công nhận là dốt thật.......Bác Leo viết cái gì thế?? Chiqui ko đọc được mấy, lại ngại ngồi dịch ra quá....Bác Leo ơi, muốn mọi người hiểu mình thì phải nói ra chứ?? Viết thế này chịu chít rùi.......hic........
Con Vịt kia, tao nghĩ rằng chuyện ko may của tao và mầy hôm qua chả cần nhắc đến làm gì nữa?? Bọn mình ai có thân thì phải tự lo thôi. Hic, con trai thời nay chê con gái đanh đá, vậy thì bọn mình hãy là những cô gái đanh đá cũng được mày à......hic, điên rồ.......
Chiquichita

2 bà này mà cũng có người trêu cơ à
Đã bao lần lý trí bảo trái tim
Thôi ko iu,o giận hờn,o nhớ
Nhưng trái tim thật là quái gở
Cứ rì rào tha thiết gọi tên em

6.On Eating and Drinking​

Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, 'Speak to us of Eating and Drinking.'
And he said:
Would that you could live on the fragerance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.
But since you must kill to eat, and rob the young of its mother's milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship,
And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in many.
When you kill a beast say to him in your heart,
'By the same power that slays you, I to am slain; and I too shall be consumed.
For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand.
Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven.'
And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart,
'Your seeds shall live in my body,
And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,
And your fragrance shall be my breath,
And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.'
And in the autumn, when you gather the grapes of your vineyard for the winepress, say in you heart,
'I to am a vinyard, and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress,
And like new wine I shall be kept in eternal vessels.'
And in winter, when you draw the wine, let there be in your heart a song for each cup;
And let there be in the song a remembrance for the autumn days, and for the vineyard, and for the winepress.

7.On Work​

Then a ploughman said, 'Speak to us of Work.'
And he answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.
But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.
You have been told also life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.
And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.
Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, 'he who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is a nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet.'
But I say, not in sleep but in the over-wakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.
Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

8.On Joy & Sorrow​

Then a woman said, 'Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.'
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, 'Joy is greater than sorrow,' and others say, 'Nay, sorrow is the greater.'
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

Bạn nào giỏi văn và Anh thì dịch hộ mọi người đi....tớ đọc và tớ hiểu,nhưng văn tớ không đủ để diễn tả những gì tớ cảm nhận..dịch trâu ra thì hỏng mất cả một bài hay như thế này..có khi để nguyên bản lại hay hơn..to B cont.

Mình cho là bạn đã nghĩ hơi quá rồi đó, chỉ vì bạn gặp chuyện đó mà đã có cách nghĩ hơi bị tiêu cực thì mai mốt gặp những chuyện khác tồi tệ hơn bạn sẽ nghĩ sao. Thế giới này đâu có hoàn hảo, bạn trông thấy thái độ xấu từ một số con trai thì cho rằng tất cả đều xấu sao "vậy thì bọn mình hãy là những cô gái đanh đá cũng được mày à ", nếu con gái đều có cách nghĩ như vậy thì mình cũng phải xem lại cách nghĩ của mình về con gái thôi.
Mình biết là chuyện đó làm bạn thất vọng về con trai, nhưng không phải tất cả con trai đều như vậy đâu, chính bạn cũng có lần khen con trai hụi ta mà.
pinocchio
Được sửa chữa bởi - pinocchio vào 17/05/2002 12:16

Đừng nói như thế Pinochio à, Chiqui ko nói rằng con trai thời nay đều như thế, nhưng nhìn chung là con gái cũng phải tự lập hơn nhiều. Hic, bây h thời đại nam nữ bình quyền mà.......
Chiquichita

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