There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth.
From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one.
Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine.
And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale.
One superlative song, existence the price.
But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His Heaven smiles.
For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain…
Or so says the legend.
有一个传说,说的是有那么一只鸟儿,它一生只唱一次,那歌声比世上所有一切生灵的歌声都更加优美动听。从离开巢窝的那一刻起,它就在寻找着荆棘树,直到如愿以偿,才歇息下来。然后,它把自己的身体扎进最长、最尖的棘刺上,在那蛮荒的枝条之间放开了歌喉。在奄奄一息的时刻,它超脱了自身的痛苦,而那歌声竟然使云雀和夜莺都黯然失色。这是一曲无比美好的歌,曲终而命竭。然而,整个世界都在静静的谛听着,上帝也在苍穹中微笑。因为最美好的东西只能用深痛巨创来换取。