[分享]飞鸟集---泰戈尔

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 00:35

子夜的风雨，如一个巨大的孩子，在不合时宜的黑夜里醒来，开始游喜和喧闹。 　　storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, 　　has begun to play and shout.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 00:35

海呀，你这暴风雨的孤寂的新妇呀，你虽掀起波浪追随你的情人，但是无用呀。 　　thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, o sea, thou 　　lonely bride of the storm.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 11:34

文字对工作说道：“我惭愧我的空虚。” 工作对文字说道：“当我看见你的时，我便知道我是怎样地贫乏了。” I am ashamed of my emptiness, said the Word to the Work. I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 11:34

时间是变化的财富。时钟模仿它，却只有变化而无财富。 Time is the wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 11:35

真理穿了衣裳，觉得事实太拘束了。 在想象中，她却转动得很舒畅。 Truth in her dress finds facts too tight. In fiction she moves with ease.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 11:35

当我到这里那里旅行着时，路呀，我厌倦你了；当是现在，当你引导我到 各处去时我便爱上你，与你结婚了。 When I travelled to here and to there, I was tired of thee, O Road, but now when thou leadest me to everywhere I am wedded to thee in love.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 11:35

让我设想，在群星之中，有一颗星是指导着我的生命通过不可知的黑暗的。 Let me think that there is one among those stars that guides my life through the dark unknown.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 11:36

妇人，你用了你美丽的手指，触着我的什物，秩序便如音乐似的生出来了。 Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order came out like music.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 11:36

一个忧郁的声音，筑巢于逝水似的年华中。 它在夜里向我唱道：“我爱你。” One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years. It sings to me in the night, ---I loved you.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 11:36

燃着的火，以它熊熊的光焰警告我不要走近它。 把我从潜藏在灰中的余烬里救出来吧。 The flaming fire warns me off by its own glow. Save me from the dying embers hidden under ashes.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 11:37

我有群星在天上， 但是，唉，我屋里的小灯却没有点亮。 I have my stars in the sky. But oh for my little lamp unlit in my house.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 11:37

死文字的尘土沾着你。 用沉默去洗净你的灵魂吧。 The dust of the dead words clings to thee. Wash thy soul with silence.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 11:37

生命里留了许多罅隙，从中送来了死之忧郁的音乐。 Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 11:38

世界已在早晨敞开了它的光明之心。 出来吧，我的心，带着你的爱去与它相会。 The world has opened its heart of light in the morning. Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.

忧郁的农民 · 发表于 2006-1-6 11:38

我的思想随着这些闪耀的绿叶而闪耀；我的心灵因了这日光的抚触而歌唱； 我的生命因为偕了万物一同浮泛在空间的蔚蓝，时间的墨黑而感到欢快* My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight; my life is glad to be floating with all things into the blue of space, into the dark of time.

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