Predestination

　　

　　A poem by Xi Murong

　　

　　Should man really be reincarnated,

　　

　　Had the samsara of life truly occurred.

So my love, what in prior lives could we have been?

　　

　　If you were a southern girl of lotus-picking,

　　

　　I could have been a lotus that your pale wrist is missing.

　　

　　If you were a truant urchin,

　　

　　I could have been a brand new hoodle

　　

　　Slipping through your pocket and in the grass by the road,

　　

　　Peeping you far off but not in the know.

　　

　　If you were a monk always meditating to face the wall,

　　

　　I could have been an incense in front of the hall,

　　

　　Burning for a serene time to accompany you.

　　

　　Even though we've thus encountered in the present life,

　　

　　Always lingering is a feel that our predestination

　　

　　Has not fully fulfilled, but too vague to discern

　　

　　And yet to detail you.

　　

　　前缘

　　

　　诗/席慕容

　　

　　人若真能转世 世间若真有轮回

　　

　　那麽 我的爱 我们前世曾经是什麽

　　

　　你若曾是江南采莲的女子

　　

　　我必是你皓腕下错过的那朵

　　

　　你若曾是逃学的顽童

　　

　　我必是从你袋中掉下的那颗崭新的弹珠

　　

　　在路旁的草丛中

　　

　　目送你毫不知情地远去

　　

　　你若曾是面壁的高僧

　　

　　我必是殿前的那一柱香

　　

　　焚烧著 陪伴过你一段静默的时光

　　

　　因此 今生相逢 总觉得有些前缘未尽

　　

　　却又很恍忽 无法仔细地去分辨

　　

　　无法一一地向你说出