There is a story I have heard,
我听说，一只鸟的故事，
A poet learned it of a bird,
传说久远，诗人辗转获悉，
And kept its music every word,
他记下，鸟儿啁啾的过去；
A story of a dim ravine,
有座峡谷，幽深阴暗，
O'er which the towering tree tops lean,
一株树，高高的树梢弯曲，
With one blue rif of sky between;
天空，挤出一丝蓝色缝隙；
And there, two thousand years ago,
两千多年前，那处峡谷，
A little flower as white as snow,
开着朵小花，洁白妩媚，
Swayed in the silence to and fro.
踏着内心脚步，曼妙起舞；
Day after day, with longing eye,
年复一年， 摇曳着企盼，
The floweret watched the narrow sky,
晶亮眼瞳，凝视狭仄天空，
And fleecy clouds that floated by.
轻柔的云，悠然飘过头顶；
And through the darkness, night by night,
流水的日子，黑暗无边，
One gleaming star would climb the height,
有颗星星，从蓝色缝隙闪入，
And cheer the lonely floweret's sight.
鼓掌欢呼，遗世独立的坚守；
Thus, watching the blue heavens afar,
于是，遥远天穹，
And the rising of its favorite star,
升起一颗，笑脸星辰，
A slow change came—but not to mar;
哪怕改变微小，不会太糟；
For softly o'er its petals white
花瓣上方，悄然升起
There crept a blueness, like the light of skies upon a summer night;
一抹亮丽，幽蓝夜空里，尽情伸展，夏季的深邃致意；
And in its chalice, I am told,
小花，那捧白色圣杯，
The bonny bell was formed to hold a tiny star that gleamed like gold.
一柄漂亮的花蕊，从容举起，金色铃铛，星光四溢的魅力；
Now, little people, sweet and true,
可爱的孩子，关于真诚课程，
I find a lesson here for you,
一场动容相逢，竟是风铃草
Writ in the floweret's hell of blue:
地狱里，写下的秘密；
The patient child whose watchful eye,
学会坚忍，学会敏锐观察，
Strives after all things pure and high,
仰望那些，纯洁高贵的魂灵，
Shall take their image by and by.
耳濡目染，获取精神动力。
