[00:00.000] 作词 : Ysaye M. Barnwell/Kahlil Ginbran
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ysaye M. Barnwell/Kahlil Ginbran
[00:31.415]Your children are not your children.
[00:38.415]They’re the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself.
[00:45.415]They come through you,
[00:48.415]not from you,
[00:51.415]though they are with you, yet they belong to themselves.
[00:58.415]You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
[01:05.415]for they have thoughts of their own.
[01:11.415]You may house their bodies not their souls,
[01:17.415]for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
[01:24.415]Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
[01:34.415]Wo~~~~
[01:47.415]You may strive to be like them,
[01:55.415]but seek not to make them like you.
[02:01.415]For life goes not backwards,
[02:08.415]nor tarries with yesterday.
[02:14.415]You are the bows from which your children
[02:21.415]as living arrows are sent forth.
[02:28.415]The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite.
[02:34.415]And he bends you with his might,
[02:41.415]that his arrows may go swift and far.
[02:50.415]Wo~~~~
[03:17.415]Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness.
[03:24.415]For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so he loves also the bow that is stable.
[03:31.415]Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness.
[03:37.415]For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so he loves also the bow that is stable.