Laugh and the world laughs with you;
Weep,and you weep alone;
For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth,
It has trouble enough of its own.
Sing,and the hills will answer;
Sigh!it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyfui sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice,and men will seek you;
Grieve,and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But theydo not want your woe.
Be glad,and your friends are many;
Be sad,and you lose them all
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast,and your halls are crowded;
Fast,and the world goes by,
Succeed and give,and it helps you live.
But no man can help you die.
THere is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train:
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

世界随你一同欢笑
抽泣时你却独自一人
这个悠远的世界须寻找欢愉
因为它的烦恼已经够多
歌声有山岭间的回应
哀叹却于空中消散
回音终归于美妙的声响
却避退开有声的关怀

若是使人欢喜 旁者便追随于你
如若令其伤怀 人们便调转离去
他们所求得到的 是你最大程度的愉悦
却并不想要你的悲伤
如果欢乐 朋友便绕于周身
要是忧愁 便会统统失去
无人会谢绝你甘甜的美酒
你却必须独自咽下生活的苦涩

举办宴会时 你的厅堂拥挤
度日迅速 世事便消逝不在
成功与给予 两者助你更好生存
却无人能够阻止你死去
盛满欢乐的厅堂中有一方天地
留以通过狭长而堂皇的列车
而我们 也必须一行行地走过
那溢出痛苦地窄小走廊

要死差好多…

We all, at one time or another, have pretended to be a rock star, singing and dancing along to our favorite song. Most of us have done this in the privacy of our own room when we were kids and as adults, in the privacy of our homes. Me? I love to do that when I drive! I turn on the radio, find a song that I can sing along too and pretty soon my arms are in the air and I am moving along to the rhythm. Most of the time, I do this on my way to work.
　　Yes, that is true. I will be in my nice work clothes, jamming while driving or stopped at a traffic light. I get weird looks from some people and others laugh. Personally, I love to get lost in the rhythm of a song which leads me to share with you the importance of being silly!
　　The definition for the word silly, according to the dictionary is: stupid, foolish and nonsensical. I know many people do not want to look foolish. So they walk around all serious, which in all honesty, is foolish!
　　No one is perfect, I repeat: no one is perfect. I don’t care how educated, how thin, how beautiful, how simple, how frugal, how rich, and so on… No one is perfect! So why pretend to be something you are not?
　　Life is so short… You never know when this beautiful journey will be over, so why waste a single second on being so full of rigidity? Here is a quote by Souza, that I think says it all and is a great recipe for life:
　　“Dance as though no one is watching you, Love as though you have never been hurt before, Sing as though no one can hear you, Live as though heaven is on earth.”
　　When we were kids, we had no idea of what limitations were and we had no care in the world so we could do things without worrying about how we appeared to others. However, as we grew up, we lost that childlike innocence.
　　So don’t lose the child that still lives within you. The next time you feel down, go turn on your favorite song, and sing and dance along like there is no tomorrow. Or watch something that makes you laugh. Laughter is the best medicine to whatever ails you and nothing is better than laughing so hard that your tummy hurts. Trust me, you will feel a whole lot better, and who doesn’t want to feel good?

我们所有人，都曾在某段时间内把自己当做过摇滚歌星，和着最喜欢的歌谣又唱又跳。出于保护隐私的考虑，我们中的大多数，在孩提时代都是待在房间里做这些事，而长大成人后也依旧仅限在自己家中。我么？我喜欢在开车时这样。打开收音机，找出一首我能跟着唱的歌，不久后手臂便已在空中挥舞，而我也已跟着节奏摇摆起来。多数时候我都是在上班途中这样做。
是，这是真的。在堵塞或者停在信号灯前的时候，我会穿着挺括的工作服摇摆。别人会向我投来奇怪的眼神，而其中有些甚至是在嘲笑。就个人而言，我喜欢在某首歌的节奏中「迷失」自我，而这也使我能够与你分享「糊涂」的重要性。
根据字典，「糊涂」一词的定义是：愚蠢，以及荒谬、无意义。我知道，有很多人希望他们看上去不愚蠢，因而总是带着严肃的表情四处走动。而这，诚实地说，就是愚蠢！
没有人是完美的。我重复一遍：没有人是完美的。不论一个人是受了多良好的教育，多么苗条，多么美丽，多么单纯，多么节俭，多么富有…诸如此类。没有人完美！所以，你为什么要装成一个并不是你的人呢？
生命如此短暂……你并不知道这段美妙的旅程何时会结束。所以，为什么要浪费时间让自己变得死板，哪怕仅仅是一秒钟？以下引用了Souza的一段话。我认为它言明了一切道理，并且是有关于生活的绝佳秘诀。
「舞动，就像并没有人在看你一样；爱一个人，如同你从未被伤害那般；歌唱，好像没有人在聆听你；活着，仿佛天堂就在这世上。」
当我们还是孩子的时候，我们不知道限制是什么，也完全不在乎这个世界。所以我们才能够不担心别人眼中的自己是如何，了无牵挂地去做事。然而，随着我们长大，我们却失去了孩童的纯真。
所以，不要失去仍旧住在你心中的那个孩子。下次你感到失望的时候，去放放你最喜欢的歌，跟着它唱唱跳跳就如同不会再有明天。或者看些使你发笑的东西吧。不论是什么让你感到难过，笑容永远是最好的药剂，没有什么比笑到肚子痛这事儿更好了。相信我，你会觉得好受得多，而谁又不想让自己好受呢？

网络译本：
我们每个人，在不同时期，都曾经像一个摇滚歌星那样，伴着我们最爱的那首歌又唱又跳.很多人在小时候，甚至是已长大成人，都曾在我们自己房间和家里类似的隐秘空间里这样过。我呢？我喜欢在开车的时候这样！打开收音机，找一首会唱的歌，很快我就会张开双臂，随着节奏起舞。大部分时候，我在上班的路上这么做。
是的，那是真的。我会穿上我漂亮的工作服，在堵车和遇到交通灯时，有人就会用奇怪的眼神看着我，或者笑我。对我个人而言，我喜欢沉浸在一首歌的节奏中，由此我愿和你们分享：为人糊涂贵在何处。
糊涂一词在字典中的定义是：愚蠢的，傻，荒谬的。我知道很多人都不想被人看作愚笨。所以他们在生活中始终一脸严肃，而这在本质上才是真正的愚笨。
人无完人，我重申一次：没有人是完美的。我不在乎一个人学识多深，身材多好，外表多美，思想多浅薄，生活多俭朴，多富有，等等……人无完人！那么，为什么要伪装成我们实际上本不是的呢？
人生何其短暂……你不会知道这美好的征程何时会结束，那么，为什么要浪费一分一秒，让自己变得棱角分明？这里引用索萨的话，我觉得她一语中的，是人生的一大秘方：
　　跳舞吧，就像没有人欣赏一样，
　　去爱吧，就像没有受到伤害一样，
　　唱歌吧，就像没有人倾听一样，
　　生活吧，就像今天是最后一天一样。
当我们还是孩子，我们天不怕，地不怕，无忧无虑，所以我们可以不在乎自己再别人眼中的形象去做事情。然而，当我们长大，我们失去了那种天真烂漫。
所以，不要丢失你心中那个小孩。下次你感到沮丧时，去打开你最爱的那首歌吧，随之歌唱起舞，就像没有明天一样。或者看点能让你笑的东西。笑声是除去任何烦恼良方，没有什么比笑到肚子疼更好的事了。相信我，你会好受很多，谁又不想让自己好受呢？

基本正确。不过太简单了…

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a great ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.
I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness--that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what--at last--I have found.
With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.
Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.
This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.