Your children are not your children

你的兒女，其實不是你的兒女

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself

他們是生命對于自身渴望而誕生的孩子

They come through you but not from you

他們借助你來到這世界，卻非因你而來

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you

他們在你身旁，卻并不屬于你

You may give them your love but not your thoughts

你可以給予他們的是你的愛，卻不是你的想法

For they have their own thoughts

因為他們有自己的思想

You may house their bodies but not their souls

你可以庇護的是他們的身體，卻不是他們的靈魂

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow

因為他們的靈魂屬于明天

which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams

屬于你做夢也無法到達(dá)的明天

You may strive to be like them

你可以拼盡全力，變得像他們一樣

but seek not to make them like you

卻不要讓他們變得和你一樣

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday

因為生命不會后退，也不在過去停留

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth

你是弓，兒女是從你那里射出的箭

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite

弓箭手望著未來之路上的箭靶

and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far

他用盡力氣將你拉開，使他的箭射得又快又遠(yuǎn)

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness

懷著快樂的心情，在弓箭手的手中彎曲吧

For even as he loves the arrow that flies

因為他愛一路飛翔的箭

so He loves also the bow that is stable

也愛無比穩(wěn)定的弓