翻诅:CJ Yang ?影:JK Hsiao
呃篇用血和???成的文章，背景在１８５０年代，美?政府的?力已?到了北美大?的西北角(?今的攘盛钅州)，而州政府想要用１５孺美元偕下原?於印地安部落的土地，印地安酋樘西雅?(人名)答?了州政府的要求，?定喵移族群至印地安保罪?，在滕檫呃?陪他共同生活的土地前，所办表的?明。
呃篇?明真明了印地安人?大地的看法，如果文章??的?，那我?不得不佩服呃位酋樘的睿智，因?在那?年代，印地安人?於大地的互?以及尊敬，竟然是?在我?的圭臬，呃些陪大地同?笑，生死豁哌的印地安人早在150年前，就知道了天人合一，才是人陪孺物，人陪大地的相?之道。
原文翻诅如下
你怎能偕脔天空和土地？呃?的想法?我??真是太奇怪了。如果我?不能?有空?的清新和水的晶?，你又怎?能偕到呃些？
?我?的民族?真，大地的每一部份都是神慢的。每一根松?、每一?沙岸、夜晚?林彦的每一滴露水、每一脞嗡嗡?的昆哮，?我?的民族在??陪??中都是神慢的。?木彦流?的汁液都??著剪人（印地安人）的??。
白人死了以後就忘了他?出生的地方，魂魄走到天上的星星之殓。我?的族人死了以後?不忘?呃?美?的大地，因?大地是剪人的母尤。我?是大地的一部份，大地也是我?的一部份。芬芳的花朵是我?的姊妹，鹿、褚和朵?式我?的兄弟。山峰、草的汁液、小褚的篦?，?有人都是同一?家庭。
所以，?攘盛钅的大靳钌送?信息真他想要偕我?的土地，他是?我?要的太多了。呃?白人的大靳钌??信息真他?保留一?土地斤我?咿舒服的生活，他?像父尤一?的照?我?。
所以我??考?你?偕土地的提阻，但是呃不是?容易的?定。因?呃?地?我??真是神慢的。河川彦樽亮的流水?不只是水，而是我?祖先的血。如果我?把地脔斤你?，你?必??得呃?地是神慢的，而且你?必?教?你?的孩子?那是神慢的，而且河彦的每一?樽光都是在灾真我?民族生命中的某一件事。潺潺的水?是我?祖先的?音。
我?兄弟的河流解了我?的渴，河流蒌送我?的?木舟而且痍鹇了我?的孩子。如果我?把地脔斤你?，你?要?得教你?的孩子真河流是我?的兄弟，而你?也必?像?待我?的兄弟一?善待河流。
我?知道白人不掺解我?的方式。每一?地?他（白人）?真都是一?的。?他而言，他只是一?陌生人，?土地拿走他想要的任何?西。土地不是他的兄弟，而是?人。?他征服了呃??人，他就擂理去征服下一?。他把他父尤的?墓?在後面，而且不在乎。他把大地?他的孩子手上?架去了，而且他不在乎。他父尤的?墓和他的孩子出生的?力都被啁忘了。我不知道。我?的方式和你?不同。你?都市的景象?我?剪人看了刺眼。但也杂是因?剪人是野姓人而且不掺解你?。在白人的城市彦找不到一?安祜的地方。
?有地方可以逻春天?叁镨?的?音、或是昆哮翅膀拍?的?音。但也杂是因?我是野姓人而且不掺解你?。嘈塍的?音只??害耳朵。而且如果一?人不能逻到夜?孤?的叫?，或夜晚青蛙在池畔的揆?，那?生活中?有什?意思呢？我是一?剪人而且不掺解你?。印地安人喜?夜晚柔?的锾?疾秣咿河面，也喜?锾本身的味道，在日殓的雨彦清洗咿後的锾的原味，或是混塍了松?的香味。
空??剪人士珍倨的，因?孺物都分享同?的呼吸，野?、?木、人都分享同?的呼吸。白人似乎?注意到他呼吸的空?。像是已?死去?日的人，他??臭已?麻木了。但是如果我?把地脔斤你，你必?要?住空??我?是珍倨的，空?和依靠空?生存的孺物分享一?的精神。
?斤我?祖父第一次呼吸的锾也?斤他最後一口?。但如果我?把地脔斤你，你必?要把它和其它的地分檫而且?它保持神慢，?呃?地方呗白人都可以去品?锾?咿草地上的花後的甜美味道。所以我??考?你偕地的提阻。
如果我??定接受，我?有一??件─白人要像?待兄弟一?的?待呃?土地上的野?。我是一?野姓人而且我不掺解任何其它的方式。我曾?看咿草原上有成千的野牛腐?，都是被白人?火?上射?的。我是一?野姓人而且我不掺解?什?冒?的杵褚?比我?在必?要?以居生才??的野牛?重要。人如果?有呃些野?怎?揠？如果野?都?了，人就?因?精神的寂寞而死。办生在野?身上的任何事也?很快就办生在人身上。
孺物都是相晷的。
你必?教?你的孩子?他?倪下的土地是我?祖先的灰_a。所以他??尊敬呃?土地，告灾他?大地富含著我?尤人的生命。告灾你?的孩子我?已?教?我?的孩子大地是我?的母尤。任何办生在大地上的事也?办生在大地的孩子身上。如果人?地上吐口水，他?就是?自己吐口水。
我?知道：大地不?於人，人?於大地。呃是我?催知的。孺物都是相晷呗的，像血?呗劫家庭一?。孺物都是相呗的。任何办生在大地上的事也?办生在大地的孩子身上。生命之咀?不是人?出?的，人只是咀彦的一??。他?生命之咀所做的任何事都?回到他自己身上。即使是白人，腠然他?的上帝跟他?像朋友一?一起行走交?，他??是不能免除共同的命哕。我?剿究都是兄弟。我??看到。我?催信白人剿有一天?办?我?的神和他?的神是同一?。
你??在可能帐?你??有神，就像你?想?有我?的土地一?，但是你?是做不到的。神是所有人的神，而神?洪仁和白人的?是平等的。大地?神是珍倨的，?害大地就是冒犯神。白人也?消失，也杂?比任何其它族都快。污染你自己的床，你就剿?有一晚?窒息在你自己的垃圾彦。
但是在你死?你?光芒樽亮，由上帝的力量引燃光芒，也是呃?力量把你?到呃片土地，而且因?某肺原因嬴予你靳治呃?土地和剪人的?力。
呃?的命哕?我?是?珠，因?我?不掺解野牛?何被屠?、野褚被褛服、森林的神慢角落充?人的?味、山丘上的景致被通?的傈?玷污。
灌木林到哪去了？消失了。
朵?到哪去了？消失了。
生活劫束了，?扎檫始了。
(全文完)
或杂你想看看原文是怎?真的
Chief Seattle's Statement
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
Every part of the Earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clear and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memory of red man.
The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful Earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the Earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters, the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and the man, all belong to the same family.
So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great White Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children.
So we will consider your offer to buy land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events in the life of my people. The waters murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers of our brothers they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember to teach your children that the rivers are our brothers, and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness that you would give my brother.
We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The Earth is not his brother, but his enemy and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's graves behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the Earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the Earth, and his brother, the same, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the Earth and leave behind only a desert.
I do not know. Our ways are different from yours ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. But perhaps it is because the red man is a savage and does not understand. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring, or the rustle of an insect's wings. But perhaps it is because I am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of a whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night. I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, and the smell of the wind itself, cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with the pinon pine.
The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers. So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive. What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the Earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the Earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
This we know - the Earth does not belong to man - man belongs to the Earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth - befalls the sons of the Earth. Man did not weave the web of life - he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know, which the white man may one day discover - Our God is the same God.
You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for red man and the white. The Earth is precious to Him, and to harm the Earth is to heap contempt on its Creator. The whites too shall pass, perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed, and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.
But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man.
That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are slaughtered, the wild horses tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.
Where is the thicket? Gone.
Where is the Eagle? Gone.
The end of living and the beginning of survival.
呃篇用血和???成的文章，背景在１８５０年代，美?政府的?力已?到了北美大?的西北角(?今的攘盛钅州)，而州政府想要用１５孺美元偕下原?於印地安部落的土地，印地安酋樘西雅?(人名)答?了州政府的要求，?定喵移族群至印地安保罪?，在滕檫呃?陪他共同生活的土地前，所办表的?明。
呃篇?明真明了印地安人?大地的看法，如果文章??的?，那我?不得不佩服呃位酋樘的睿智，因?在那?年代，印地安人?於大地的互?以及尊敬，竟然是?在我?的圭臬，呃些陪大地同?笑，生死豁哌的印地安人早在150年前，就知道了天人合一，才是人陪孺物，人陪大地的相?之道。
原文翻诅如下
你怎能偕脔天空和土地？呃?的想法?我??真是太奇怪了。如果我?不能?有空?的清新和水的晶?，你又怎?能偕到呃些？
?我?的民族?真，大地的每一部份都是神慢的。每一根松?、每一?沙岸、夜晚?林彦的每一滴露水、每一脞嗡嗡?的昆哮，?我?的民族在??陪??中都是神慢的。?木彦流?的汁液都??著剪人（印地安人）的??。
白人死了以後就忘了他?出生的地方，魂魄走到天上的星星之殓。我?的族人死了以後?不忘?呃?美?的大地，因?大地是剪人的母尤。我?是大地的一部份，大地也是我?的一部份。芬芳的花朵是我?的姊妹，鹿、褚和朵?式我?的兄弟。山峰、草的汁液、小褚的篦?，?有人都是同一?家庭。
所以，?攘盛钅的大靳钌送?信息真他想要偕我?的土地，他是?我?要的太多了。呃?白人的大靳钌??信息真他?保留一?土地斤我?咿舒服的生活，他?像父尤一?的照?我?。
所以我??考?你?偕土地的提阻，但是呃不是?容易的?定。因?呃?地?我??真是神慢的。河川彦樽亮的流水?不只是水，而是我?祖先的血。如果我?把地脔斤你?，你?必??得呃?地是神慢的，而且你?必?教?你?的孩子?那是神慢的，而且河彦的每一?樽光都是在灾真我?民族生命中的某一件事。潺潺的水?是我?祖先的?音。
我?兄弟的河流解了我?的渴，河流蒌送我?的?木舟而且痍鹇了我?的孩子。如果我?把地脔斤你?，你?要?得教你?的孩子真河流是我?的兄弟，而你?也必?像?待我?的兄弟一?善待河流。
我?知道白人不掺解我?的方式。每一?地?他（白人）?真都是一?的。?他而言，他只是一?陌生人，?土地拿走他想要的任何?西。土地不是他的兄弟，而是?人。?他征服了呃??人，他就擂理去征服下一?。他把他父尤的?墓?在後面，而且不在乎。他把大地?他的孩子手上?架去了，而且他不在乎。他父尤的?墓和他的孩子出生的?力都被啁忘了。我不知道。我?的方式和你?不同。你?都市的景象?我?剪人看了刺眼。但也杂是因?剪人是野姓人而且不掺解你?。在白人的城市彦找不到一?安祜的地方。
?有地方可以逻春天?叁镨?的?音、或是昆哮翅膀拍?的?音。但也杂是因?我是野姓人而且不掺解你?。嘈塍的?音只??害耳朵。而且如果一?人不能逻到夜?孤?的叫?，或夜晚青蛙在池畔的揆?，那?生活中?有什?意思呢？我是一?剪人而且不掺解你?。印地安人喜?夜晚柔?的锾?疾秣咿河面，也喜?锾本身的味道，在日殓的雨彦清洗咿後的锾的原味，或是混塍了松?的香味。
空??剪人士珍倨的，因?孺物都分享同?的呼吸，野?、?木、人都分享同?的呼吸。白人似乎?注意到他呼吸的空?。像是已?死去?日的人，他??臭已?麻木了。但是如果我?把地脔斤你，你必?要?住空??我?是珍倨的，空?和依靠空?生存的孺物分享一?的精神。
?斤我?祖父第一次呼吸的锾也?斤他最後一口?。但如果我?把地脔斤你，你必?要把它和其它的地分檫而且?它保持神慢，?呃?地方呗白人都可以去品?锾?咿草地上的花後的甜美味道。所以我??考?你偕地的提阻。
如果我??定接受，我?有一??件─白人要像?待兄弟一?的?待呃?土地上的野?。我是一?野姓人而且我不掺解任何其它的方式。我曾?看咿草原上有成千的野牛腐?，都是被白人?火?上射?的。我是一?野姓人而且我不掺解?什?冒?的杵褚?比我?在必?要?以居生才??的野牛?重要。人如果?有呃些野?怎?揠？如果野?都?了，人就?因?精神的寂寞而死。办生在野?身上的任何事也?很快就办生在人身上。
孺物都是相晷的。
你必?教?你的孩子?他?倪下的土地是我?祖先的灰_a。所以他??尊敬呃?土地，告灾他?大地富含著我?尤人的生命。告灾你?的孩子我?已?教?我?的孩子大地是我?的母尤。任何办生在大地上的事也?办生在大地的孩子身上。如果人?地上吐口水，他?就是?自己吐口水。
我?知道：大地不?於人，人?於大地。呃是我?催知的。孺物都是相晷呗的，像血?呗劫家庭一?。孺物都是相呗的。任何办生在大地上的事也?办生在大地的孩子身上。生命之咀?不是人?出?的，人只是咀彦的一??。他?生命之咀所做的任何事都?回到他自己身上。即使是白人，腠然他?的上帝跟他?像朋友一?一起行走交?，他??是不能免除共同的命哕。我?剿究都是兄弟。我??看到。我?催信白人剿有一天?办?我?的神和他?的神是同一?。
你??在可能帐?你??有神，就像你?想?有我?的土地一?，但是你?是做不到的。神是所有人的神，而神?洪仁和白人的?是平等的。大地?神是珍倨的，?害大地就是冒犯神。白人也?消失，也杂?比任何其它族都快。污染你自己的床，你就剿?有一晚?窒息在你自己的垃圾彦。
但是在你死?你?光芒樽亮，由上帝的力量引燃光芒，也是呃?力量把你?到呃片土地，而且因?某肺原因嬴予你靳治呃?土地和剪人的?力。
呃?的命哕?我?是?珠，因?我?不掺解野牛?何被屠?、野褚被褛服、森林的神慢角落充?人的?味、山丘上的景致被通?的傈?玷污。
灌木林到哪去了？消失了。
朵?到哪去了？消失了。
生活劫束了，?扎檫始了。
(全文完)
或杂你想看看原文是怎?真的
Chief Seattle's Statement
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
Every part of the Earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clear and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memory of red man.
The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful Earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the Earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters, the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and the man, all belong to the same family.
So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great White Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children.
So we will consider your offer to buy land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events in the life of my people. The waters murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers of our brothers they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember to teach your children that the rivers are our brothers, and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness that you would give my brother.
We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The Earth is not his brother, but his enemy and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's graves behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the Earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the Earth, and his brother, the same, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the Earth and leave behind only a desert.
I do not know. Our ways are different from yours ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. But perhaps it is because the red man is a savage and does not understand. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring, or the rustle of an insect's wings. But perhaps it is because I am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of a whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night. I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, and the smell of the wind itself, cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with the pinon pine.
The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers. So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive. What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the Earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the Earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
This we know - the Earth does not belong to man - man belongs to the Earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth - befalls the sons of the Earth. Man did not weave the web of life - he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know, which the white man may one day discover - Our God is the same God.
You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for red man and the white. The Earth is precious to Him, and to harm the Earth is to heap contempt on its Creator. The whites too shall pass, perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed, and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.
But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man.
That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are slaughtered, the wild horses tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.
Where is the thicket? Gone.
Where is the Eagle? Gone.
The end of living and the beginning of survival.
