There were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that have nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart.
她有着一种与外表无关的灵气和漂亮。她的话语易如反掌地征服了人心，她正是大家要聆听的声音。
It is said that the true nature of being is veiled. The labor1 of words, the expression of art, the seemingly ceaseless buzz that is human thought all have in common the need to get at what really is so. The hope to draw close to and possess the truth of being can be a feverish2 one. In some cases it can even be fatal, if pleasure is one's truth and its attainment3 more important than life itself. In other lives, though, the search for what is truthful4 gives life.
不少人都说生活的真谛是个未知的定义。言词的费力解释、艺术的着力表现还有人类那好像永无休止的纷繁考虑，三者都苦苦追寻生活的真谛。期望走近以至完全把握存在的真意可以让人十分狂热。有时，有的人以自己笃信的真理为志趣，追寻真理甚于保全生命，于是就有舍生取义之举。然而，也有另外的一种生活，他们在寻求真谛的过程中灌溉生命。
I used to find notes left in the collection basket, beautiful notes about my homilies and about the writer's thoughts on the daily scriptural readings. The person who penned the notes would add reflections to my thoughts and would always include some quotes from poets and mystics he or she had read and remembered and loved. The notes fascinated me. Here was someone immersed in a search for truth and beauty. Words had been treasured, words that were beautiful. And I felt as if the words somehow delighted in being discovered, for they were obviously very generous to the as yet anonymous5 writer of the notes. And now this person was in turn learning the secret of sharing them. Beauty so shines when given away. The only truth that exists is, in that sense, free.
过去，我常常在教堂的心意篮里面发现一些优美的小短文，有的是关于我的布道，有的是作者平时读《圣经》的感想。写这类短文的人不只对我的一些看法加以深思，同时还会引用一些他/她过去读过的，令他/她难忘又喜欢的诗人或者神秘主义者的话。我给这类短文迷住了。我看到了一个执着于追寻真与美的人。其珍而重之的字句，优美动人。我还感觉到仿佛那些字句也乐于让大家发现，它们是那样毫无保留地，慷慨地为这无名氏作者借用，而目前轮到这位无名氏来学习与人推荐这类美文的奥秘。推荐令美更加闪耀生辉，在这个意义上说，其实世上唯一的真理是分毫不费的。
It was a long time before I met the author of the notes.
过了很长时间我才见到这类短文的作者。
One Sunday morning, I was told that someone was waiting for me in the office. The young person who answered the rectory door said that it was the woman who said she left all the notes. When I saw her I was shocked, since I immediately recognized her from church but had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes. She was sitting in a chair in the office with her hands folded in her lap. Her head was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely smile without pain. Her face was disfigured, and the skin so tight from surgical6 procedures that smiling or laughing was very difficult for her. She had suffered terribly from treatment to remove the growths that had so marred7 her face.
一个星期天早上，我被告知有人正在办公室等我。帮我应门的青年说是个女性，说留言是她放的。看见她的时候我大吃一惊，由于我立刻就认出她是我的教区信徒，只不过我一直不了解那些短文是她写的。她坐在办公室的一张椅子上，两手相扣搁在大腿上，低垂着头。在抬头看我的时候，她微笑起来却十分费劲。那是一张破了相的脸，外科手术使她的脸皮绷得紧紧的，笑对她来讲也是非常困难的。为了去除脸上碍眼的肉瘤她同意了手术治疗，这令她吃尽苦头。
We chatted for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week.
那个星期天早上大家聊了一会儿，并决定那个星期再找个时间一块吃顿午饭。
As it turned out we went to lunch several times, and she always wore a hat during the meal. I think that treatments of some sort had caused a lot of her hair to fall out. We shared things about our lives. I told her about my schooling8 and growing up. She told me that she had worked for years for an insurance company. She never mentioned family, and I did not ask.
后来大家不止吃了一顿午饭，而是好几顿。每次一块吃饭的时候她都戴着帽子。我想可能是她同意的某种治疗使她掉了不少头发。大家推荐了各自日常的点点滴滴。我跟她讲我念书和成长的故事。她告诉我她在一家保险公司里已经工作多年了。她从来没提过我们的家庭，我也没问。
We spoke9 of authors we both had read, and it was easy to tell that books are a great love of hers.
大家还谈到大伙都读过的作家作品，不难发现她很喜欢看书。
I have thought about her often over the years and how she struggled in a society that places an incredible premium10 on looks, class, wealth and all the other fineries of life. She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look attractive. I know that her condition hurt her deeply.
这类年我常常想起她，在这个以外表、地位和财富等虚名浮利挂帅的社会中她是如何一路挺过来的呢？毁掉的容颜使她如何也没办法变得耀眼迷人。我了解这深深地刺痛着她。
Would her life have been different had she been pretty? Chances are it would have. And yet there were a sensitivity and a beauty to her that had nothing to do with looks. She was one to be listened to, whose words were so easy to take to heart. Her words came from a wounded but loving heart, very much like all hearts, but she had more of a need to be aware of it, to live with it and learn from it. She possessed11 a fine-tuned sense of beauty. Her only fear in life was the loss of a friend.
假如她长得漂亮，她的生命轨迹是否会有所不同呢？大概。不过她有种独特的灵气和美，与外表完全无关。她的话易如反掌地征服了人心，她正是大家要聆听的声音。她的隽语出于一颗受过伤却充满爱的心，就像所有人的心一样，只是她比其他人更重视对自己心灵的关注、用心去领会生活并从中学习。她拥有一种细腻的美感。她生命里唯一的恐惧就是失去朋友。
How long does it take most of us to reach that level of human growth, if we ever get there? We get so consumed and diminished, worrying about all the things that need improving, we can easily forget to cherish those things that last. Friendship, so rare and so good, just needs our care--maybe even the simple gesture of writing a little note now and then, or the dropping of some beautiful words in a basket, in the hope that such beauty will be shared and taken to heart.
大家到底要花多久才能达到这样高度的成熟？能否最后达到还是个未知数呢。大家老感觉身心疲惫，怀才不遇，只顾为眼前的不足忧心忡忡，却忘了珍视一些历久常新的东西。友谊珍贵而美好，仅需大家用心呵护，有时简简单单的表示就已经足够了，譬如偶尔写几句话给朋友，或者在篮子里投入一些优美动人的字条，以期大伙都能推荐，记住美妙的时刻、美好的感觉。
The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the surface for a glimpse of what it is that matters. She found beauty and grace and they befriended her, and showed her what is real.
她生命的真谛就是要透过事物的表面一睹其真的的本质。她发现了美和上帝的慈爱，而美和慈爱也待她如友，把生命的真谛呈现给她。
