The Scroll Marked Three 羊皮卷之三

I will persist until I succeed.

堅(jiān)持不懈。直到成功。

In the Orient young bulls are tested for the fight arena in a certain manner. Each is brought to the ring and allowed to attack a picador who pricks them with a lance. The bravery of each bull is then rated with care according to the number of times he demonstrates his willingness to charge in spite of the sting of the blade. Henceforth will I recognize that each day I am tested by life in like manner. If I persist, if I continue to try, if I continue to charge forward, I will succeed.

在古老的東方，挑選小公牛列競技場格斗有一定的程序、它們被帶進(jìn)場地，向手持長矛的斗牛士攻擊，裁判以它受激后再向斗牛士進(jìn)攻的次數(shù)多寡來評定這只公牛的勇敢程度。從今往后。我須承認(rèn)，我的生命每天都在接受類似的考驗(yàn)。如果我堅(jiān)韌不拔，勇往直前，迎接挑戰(zhàn)。那么我一定會成功。

I will persist until I succeed.

堅(jiān)持不懈。直到成功。

I was not delivered unto this world in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd. I am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk, to sleep with the sheep. I will hear not those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. Let them join the sheep. The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny.

我不是為了失敗才來到這個(gè)世界上的，我的血管里也沒有失敗的血液在流動。我不是任人鞭打的羔羊，我是猛獅，不與羊群為伍。我不想聽失意者的哭泣，抱怨者的牢騷，這是羊群中的瘟疫，我不能被它傳染。失敗者的屠宰場不是我命運(yùn)的歸宿。

I will persist until I succeed.

堅(jiān)持不懈，直到成功。

The prizes of life are at the end of each journey, not near the beginning; and it is not given to me to know how many steps are necessary in order to reach my goal. Failure I may still encounter at the thousandth step, yet success hides behind the next bend in the road. Never will I know how close it lies unless I turn the corner.

生命的獎賞遠(yuǎn)在旅途終點(diǎn)，而非起點(diǎn)附近。我不知道要走多少步才能達(dá)到目標(biāo)。踏上第一千步的時(shí)候，仍然可能遭到失敗。但成功就藏在拐角后面，除非拐了彎，我永遠(yuǎn)不知道還有多遠(yuǎn)。

Always will I take another step. If that is of no avail I will take another, and yet another. In truth, one step at a time is not too difficult.

再前進(jìn)一步，如果沒有用，就再向前一步。事實(shí)上，每次進(jìn)步一點(diǎn)點(diǎn)并不太難。

I will persist until I succeed.

堅(jiān)持不懈，直到成功。

Henceforth, I will consider each day's effort as but one blow of my blade against a mighty oak. The first blow may cause not a tremor in the wood, nor the second, nor the third. Each blow, of itself, may be trifling, and seem of no consequence. Yet from childish swipes the oak will eventually tumble. So it will be with my efforts of today.