[转帖]泰戈尔的＜＜飞 鸟 集＞＞（四）

yushi

&nbsp; １５１<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 神的巨大的威权是在柔和的微（风思）里，而不在狂风暴雨之中。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;God's great power is in the gentle breeze, not in the &nbsp;storm.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １５２<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 在梦中，一切事都散漫着，都压着我，但这不过是一个梦呀。但我醒来时，<br/>我便将觉得这些事都已聚集在你那里，我也便将自由了。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;This is a dream in which things are all loose and they oppress.<br/>&nbsp; I shall find them gathered in thee when I awake and shall be free.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １５３<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 落日问道：“有谁继续我的职务呢？”<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 瓦灯说道：“我要尽我所能地做去，我的主人。”<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Who is there to take up my duties? asked the setting sun.<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I shall do what I can, my Master, said the earthen lamp.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １５４<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １５５<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 沉默蕴蓄着语声，正如鸟巢拥围着睡鸟。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp;Silence will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １５６<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 大的不怕与小的同游。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 居中的却远而避之。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The Great walks with the Small without fear.<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The Middling keeps aloof.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １５７<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 夜秘密地把花开放了，却让白日去领受谢词。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The night opens the flowers in secret and allows the day to get thanks.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １５８<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 权势认为牺牲者的痛苦是忘恩负义。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Power takes as ingratitude the writhings of its victims.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １５９<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 当我们以我们的充实为乐时，那末，我们便能很快乐地跟我们的果实分手<br/>了。<br/>&nbsp; When we rejoice in our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １６０<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 雨点吻着大地，微语道：“我们是你的思家的孩子，母亲，现在从天上回<br/>到你这里来了。”<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered, --- We are thy homesick<br/>&nbsp; children, mother, come back to thee from the heaven.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １６１<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 蛛网好象要捉露点，却捉住了苍蝇。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The cobweb pretends to catch dewdrops and catches flies.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １６２<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 爱情呀，当你手里拿着点亮了的痛苦之灯走来时，我能够看见你的脸，而<br/>且以你为幸福。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Love! When you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hand,<br/>&nbsp; I can see your face and know you as bliss.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １６３<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 萤火对天上的星说道：“学者说你的光明总有一天会消灭的。”<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 天上的星不回答它。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The leaned say that your lights will one day be no more, said the<br/>&nbsp; firefly to the stars.<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The stars made no answer.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １６４<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 在黄昏的微光里，有那清晨的鸟儿来到了我的沉默的鸟巢里。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to<br/>&nbsp; the nest of my silence.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １６５<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 我听见它们鼓翼之声了。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I hear the voice of their wings.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １６６<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 沟洫总喜欢想：河流的存在，是专为它供给水流的。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp;The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely to supply it with water.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １６７<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 世界以它的痛苦同我接吻，而要求歌声做报酬。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return<br/>&nbsp; in songs.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １６８<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 压迫着我的，到底是我的想要外出的灵魂呢，还是那世界的灵魂，敲着我<br/>心的门，想要进来呢？<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open,<br/>&nbsp; or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １６９<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 思想以他自己的语言喂养它自己而成长起来了。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.<br/><br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; １７０<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 我把我心之碗轻轻浸入这沉默之时刻中，它盛满了爱了。<br/>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has<br/>&nbsp; filled with love.

赵福治

采着花瓣时，得不到花的美丽。。。。最喜欢这句。

张之

我在80年代买过多本泰戈尔的散文诗集。包括他获诺贝尔奖的那本宗教诗集。

童天鉴日

其实很有哲理 和和

弦意

同感，哲理很显见。

童天鉴日

恩 好象在中国诗人那里看过 只是那里有病毒 建议大家不要去中国诗人论坛考东西下来

白沙

童天，这个帖子是复制下来的文字，应该没有病毒吧。如果发现本版面有病毒文件，请及时删除或通知作者重贴。